|Male sparrow constructing nest above light fixture. Material being flown up that exceeds the weigh of the sparrow. Incredible determination. I won't be able to see babies, nest too high.|
|On the window ledge, back garden, lobby window. Mrs. Cardinal isn't aware I'm watching. She sees reflection of garden in the glass.|
|But al is not wonderful in the back yard. This is death. Looks like a young starlings.|
|From the window I can see the skull.|
Out in the yard, more detailed image. No idea what happened. This is not a raptor victim.
|And close by, heart- breakingly a dead young robin. What happened? Why? Why both in same space? No idea. Sometimes sad things happen.|