Beautiful in death

This poor bird hit the window at 4.45am. It was so utterly perfect, we took a good look (we will always be biologists) and I had to photograph it too. Then we buried it in the garden and put a few stones on the top.

My son (12yrs) saw it and simply said "it's beautiful". I was so proud of this response.

Poor bird, I hope there were no babies or eggs waiting.