And then the other day a newsletter from the bird folks at Cornell featured a new exhibit of photographs by an artist who lives, it turns out, just a few blocks from me. He seems to work with dead birds – and he came over this afternoon, just left toting an insulated bag. There's an empty space in the freezer.
|That red isn't blood; it's red feathers.|
I ask you -- If you’d picked up that lovely yellow and black warbler, could you bear to dump it in the trashcan?