I Give Up!

I poked it through the net a few times with a broomstick. It made the saddest but sweetest little cry yet didn't move. Then I started to think that maybe its the same bird whose offspring I crushed even before it had a chance to crack from its shell and mother has come back to the birthing spot to mourn and haunt from the other side of the net. Ok bird, you win. But I'm going to keep spilling my martinis on you and blowing smoke in your face.