"Why is there a dead bird on top of the bookcase?" she asked.
"Huh?" he asked back.
Nothing brightens up an afternoon of cleaning and dusting like the discovery of forgotten treasures, and this long-dead Cedar Waxwing in the living room has to rank right up with the surprise of surprises.
Who knows how it got there? A guess is that it flew into a window, broke its neck, and was placed temporarily out of the reach of the family cats and then totally forgotten. But, maybe it flew in through an open door last summer and crashed into the wall.
Maybe a mischievous friend found it as a road kill and put it there as a joke.
Despite being dried out and mummified, this bird is a handsome little critter and offered a chance to observe it close-up.
What a find on a Sunday afternoon!
"Huh?" he asked back.
Nothing brightens up an afternoon of cleaning and dusting like the discovery of forgotten treasures, and this long-dead Cedar Waxwing in the living room has to rank right up with the surprise of surprises.
Who knows how it got there? A guess is that it flew into a window, broke its neck, and was placed temporarily out of the reach of the family cats and then totally forgotten. But, maybe it flew in through an open door last summer and crashed into the wall.
Maybe a mischievous friend found it as a road kill and put it there as a joke.
Despite being dried out and mummified, this bird is a handsome little critter and offered a chance to observe it close-up.
What a find on a Sunday afternoon!
