dead finch in the snow

dead finch in the snow

resting on a bed of white

feet pointing skyward

This winter has been hard on all wild creatures, large and small. When I step into the summer sleeping porch to get a better view of a line of cat tracks in the snow, I find this goldfinch lying upside down on the ledge outside the window. I fear that the poor little bird did not expire from the cold but from a blow to the head when it flew into the window. We purposefully do not wash the glass so that it will be less deceptively transparent, but even so, some birds do collide, a reminder that we impact our environment just by inhabiting the same space as natives.