Generally speaking, it is my job to clean up the dead things around the house. In suburban America, this is, generally speaking, not the most onerous responsibility. The worst case I 've ever had to deal with was the opossum that got stuck in a trash can. The remains were pretty ripe by the time we noticed, and it was a bit of a chore to shovel the putrid remains into the trash bag (extra strength).
This little bird was flying freely and suddenly crashed into a picture window. Usually crashing birds are only stunned and fly off again in a few minutes. But this poor creature was one of the few that die on impact. I was planning to photograph the decomposition back to dust, but an evening scavenger had other plans.
