Opening the blinds to view the bird feeders my heart broke wide open. There lying submerged in icy water was a dead sparrow. I'm not sure exactly how it died but my guess is that it flew into the window, was momentarily stunned, and then plunged into the water below.
This may sound a little strange but in my own way I mourn each death I witness. Whether its a dead deer at the side of the road, an animal that has been run over or an insect that's under attack. It's often hard to witness but the more time I spend in the country the more I've seen that this is a part of life. It will come as no surprise that I am often described as 'too emotional' (and it certainly has its downsides) but I'd rather feel that not at all.
There was a lump in my throat as I took these images and my stomach twisted but even in death I saw beauty. My hope is that when you look at this image you don't see just a dead animal but the beauty of this bird too.