The next morning, the true strangeness began. Clara was walking out to her backyard with her morning coffee when she spotted a vibrant blue jay flat on its back in the grass. Heartbroken by the sight, she went back to the garage to grab a small trowel to bury the poor creature.
But when she returned and gently picked the bird up, she felt a tiny, rapid heartbeat fluttering against her palm. Its chest was rising and falling rhythmically. Suddenly, its eyes snapped open. The bird panicked, flapped its wings frantically, and groggily stumbled through the air before it managed to fly away. It wasn’t dead at all; it was just asleep.
Clara stared after it, thoroughly confused. The bizarre phenomenon escalated the very next day. She found a large squirrel sprawled out like a rug on her front porch steps, breathing heavily but totally unresponsive. Later that afternoon, she found a tiny hummingbird resting face-down in her flowerbed, completely passed out.