Found the body of a beautiful chaffinch lying in the roof garden. I sent the ring details to the British Trust of Ornithology and found out that this little girl was ringed 370km away in
Balnain, Glenurquhart in the Scottish Highlands back in January 2015.
I thought getting that book done and scanned would be cathartic, and maybe I would stop seeing everything as being short-lived and absurdly fragile and in a perpetual state of Ending – but then I came home and found this little finch. It appears he flew into the window, knocked himself unconscious, bounced into the water barrel and drowned. Which is ridiculous. He was still warm from the sun when I fished him out. I decided to take photos and make drawings, which is my default response to a corpse, and why I should never work in a funeral home.
