With the advent of the bird feeders on the porch, I should have expected a casualty. But I didn't, instead preferring to deny the probability of death by broken neck. It wasn't the house window, though, it was the side of my van sitting in the driveway. Right on the flight path from tree to feeder. Now I have a decision to make. She's buried in the back yard along the fence. I mourned such a small bit of beautiful creation by the one who owns all of creation. It's a comfort to know that God saw this small being at the moment of her death.