This little dose of mortality was in my path the other day:
Erik is used to me stopping without warning to take pictures so my actions didn’t phase him, initially. But then I picked up this fallen beauty to get a closer look at her which got him laughing and scratching his head. A bit about the scene upon arrival:
The deceased appears to have expired from natural causes. No evidence of foul play or a struggle. Further inspection reveals a perfectly in tact specimen. The extended position of the flying appendages, or wings, suggest the time of death occurred mid flight.
That must be what it’s like to breathe your last breath mid sentence, mid chew, mid stride. Did you do everything you wanted to do little one? Did you tell all the people you love how much you appreciate them? I hope so. It’s a damn short flight, isn’t it?