Sitting in my family room, I heard a loud "thud" on my window. As I approached the window; I saw a large bird fly away. Thinking he only stunned himself, I glanced at the ground only to see this bird. It looks as if it broke its neck instantly, poor thing.
So it's death would not be in vain, I played homicide detective and photographed the point of impact and body. Considered a chalk line, but no chalk.
There is talk of suicide, but there was no note. Perhaps the other bird has something to do with it. A lover's quarrel? A planned house robbery gone horribly wrong? I suppose we'll never know.
Tragic to die so young.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Day 283-365 "CSI: Backyard"
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