Several weeks ago a couple birds decided to take up residence on our balcony. They built a pretty impressive little home on the sprinkler head. It's been quiet up there, but today while cleaning off the balcony I noticed several broken eggshells below the nest and happened to look up.
Another way of saying you left Denver hungry, just like most everyone who is fortunate to say they left, hungry for a new environment.
Many friends and relatives have departed Denver, none have EVER returned voluntarily.
A funeral might be the cause, but few others exist.