R. I. P.

Every now and then, nature rears its head in the bird garden. At first, when a hawk takes a bird, you get angry. Then you realize it is the scheme of things and it nourishes the hawk. In this case, I came late to dinner and only saw feathers, part of a beak, and little else.

From the beak and bit of black feathers attached to the beak, I believe it was a titmouse. It could have been a white-breasted nuthatch but I believe it was a titmouse.

(Originally published January 18, 2009)