Yesterday, Georgia heard a thump on the dining room window, looked and saw nothing. It's not unusual for birds to run into it, since they can sometimes see through to another window, and think they might find a short cut.
This morning she saw a dead female Cardinal laying on the dog crate parked outside, and figured that must have been the thump. Well, it happens. Not often, but once in a great while.
This morning she called me into the room and told me to bring the camera:
One of the squirrels that frequent the deck had decided to make a meal of it. It's hard to blame it for taking advantage of some unclaimed protein. It's been a tough winter, and judging by the the holes in our yard, they've already dug up all the acorns and hickory nut they buried in fall.
Anyway, to lighten the mood, here is a squirrel practicing how to bushwhack a fresh one: