It was a little sad to come home and find this little bird dead on my porch. It had apparently hit the storm door based on what I could see of its injuries. I had first wondered if a cat had left me a present but there was only a head injury visible.
In any case, I had to spend a few minutes admiring the beautiful feathers, the beak and legs. So much beauty in a little thing that is seldom still in life.
So sad. I always hold them awhile and then put them to rest somewhere. I had two killed by something in the back yard this week. Injured by the neck and not eaten. It always make me a little sad. They are all so pretty and soft.