This little dude met his end at some point in the past day, probably having hit our front porch door (that’s where I found him). Not knowing what else to do — the ants had already mustered — I put on some disposable gloves and put him at the base of a small grove of young trees nearby. Birds come from trees, right? I’m pretty sure that’s where birds come from.
♫ and though you died, bird ♫ you will have a fine view ♫