Curious

I walked in the city woods today, through a couple of parks, and alongside some of the Head of the Lake racecourse. In the woods of one park this discolored hanging milk carton serves some purpose (I do not believe that it is as a bird house) that I have never understood. But the older and more mummiefied it gets the more I am enchanted. I also brought home a dead bird, maybe a finch. I don't know what I will do with it, but its feathers and coloring and beak were so perfect - I just did not want to have it be a meal even though that is the way of life and death.