Hail Mary Full of Grace

Yesterday as I'm pulling into a parking stall at my local gym, I see this little Chinese man with the most desolate look on his face as he stares at the floor. Upon exiting my vehicle the man looks up at me and points down to the ground and says "doo doo doo". I'm not sure if that was in English or Chinese. I look down and see a pigeon mashed to all hell, but just its head and half its body had been squished. Possibly a car hit the breaks and stopped on that part of the bird only. I didn't have time to perform an autopsy. The man was still pointing and making noises. What was I supposed to do? I said I'm sorry. I know I know why do people do that. It could have been his pet pigeon. I bowed my head and said he's in a better place. I'm sure it made a wicked dinner for someone.