The Way of All Flesh

A mauled robin expired in my hands as I looked for a quiet place to leave it, safe from crows and cats. I’m sure I cut a fine figure stumbling around my yard at dawn with a bird.

I have lived all my life with an embarrassment of squirrels in my backyard, and they are all over the place, all year long, and I have never seen, anywhere, a dead squirrel.

The Lives of a Cell, Lewis Thomas

Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a dead robin.