Bye bye birdie

Poor wee tit (is it a tit?). Imagine the fright as I walked down the stairs and saw this lovely wee thing dead in my path. After a mild meltdown and some tears I managed to muster the courage to get a dustpan and brush and take the poor wee sausage out the back door. I really didn't want to leave him on the stairs for a neighbour to trample on. Bye bye pretty little birdie, we salute you! X