Death by Window

We live right on the edge of the woods, so we have the requisite flora and fauna growing and wandering about, up close and personal like. The deer, all 8 of them, greet us nearly every morning at the kitchen window, thanking us for the corn. We go to bed each night to the croakings of about 1,000 frogs. And we look out on a solid wall of trees behind and to one side of us. Ahhhhh.

CRASH!

Oh, shit! What was that?

Another one bites the dust. It seems as though our kitchen window is a magnet for birds with suicidal tendencies, so we've had our share of death out here in the wild kingdom. Even with Peach's artwork taped to the window as a deterrent, there is no stopping them. This poor bastard left quite an impression, literally - above is an imprint on the window of what I hope was his head and two wings, although that dark spot in the middle there makes me wonder if he was flying bassackwards, in which case, what a friggin' idiot. We didn't actually recover a body. He either limped back into the woods to die or was carried off by somebody higher up the food chain.

It's a damn shame. But doesn't my bitchin' new camera take kick ass pictures?!