I think of the bird more than me. A bird that is one day, week, month old has experienced life, and knows what awaits him/her. A bird who has seen and done it all has enjoyed life for a long time, hanging around with its friends, or whatever else it does. It has lived to the fullest. After all, I'm not there every second of its life, but its heart and its brain is. And the older bird has a much nicer closure, having seen all sorts of wonderful things. The chick on the other hand, hasn't experienced anything beyond its brooder. It's a very anthropo-centric way of thinking, but one that makes me feel better