Went out with P for nth time today, small crowd of people from apartment building across the street examining the trees by my yard.

Elderly man with cane approaches me.

Man (thick accent): You live here?
Me: Yes, I do.
Man: My cockatiel, my cockatiel!
Woman in electric wheelchair: His cockatiel flew away, it's been some time now.
Me: I'll keep an eye out.
Man (weeping, shaking): My cockatiel, my cockatiel!

Spent walk crying, scanning treetops.

Two sad old men.