There's a quail on my roof that is seriously bumming me out.

[orleans]

6. a show of tremendous love

for without love we cannot grieve

how very sad

so many of us do the same (but without sitting on the roof)

others that hear the call are unaware of the reason why.
but you know and understand and sympathize which is really all someone else can ever do.

grief is a process. apparently even for quails.