To Be a Bird

Coming home from work today, I noticed this bird perched motionless in a chair on the front patio. It must have flown into the window. Poor thing. I thought for sure it was going to die, so like any respectable human being I photographed it.

I think we've all wondered at one time or another what it would be like to be a bird; to fly somewhere far, far away. But if presented with the opportunity, I've already come to the conclusion that it would thoroughly suck to have a brain the size of a popcorn kernel.

Much to my own surprise, the speckled bird flew away seemingly unharmed minutes later.