i took this photo more than a week ago. the warblers were migrating through, and i assume he hit the glass. but my family wouldn’t let me post it. “no more dead birds” they cried. so i compromised, and waited a week, and here, with my apologies, is another dead bird. there is something about them, their sad and peaceful stillness, that i find both wrenching and beautiful.
tennessee warbler
saint paul, minnesota
I put a big paper Ugly Face on my most popular bird strike window in the spring. Seems they can’t see the glass, but they do see the face – no more dead birds. I have enough wren skulls… poor Robins.
I threaded some feathers onto thin cording, tied a key onto the bottom, and hung three strands of this in front of the “killer window.” Best solution ever, and it looks rather pretty. The keys weight down the feather strings so that they don’t, on windy days, fly up and lodge in the overhead gutter.
Carol, this sounds much prettier than my Cartoon Frankenstein…!
It makes me sad, want to cry. But so beautiful. Life=fragile. The little things seem to suffer more. I see horrible things on the highway all the time and would love to document it.
i think you are right to document their tragic beauty