...noise until the very end.

It´s a tragedy when a bird dies, don´t you think? Birds shouldn´t suffer. They shouldn´t have to do what everyone else does.

...because I found one. It´s a goldcrest (Regulus regulus). They don´t live in cities, and yet I found it lying down on a street, probably hit by a car. I brought it home to burn or bury it.
For some reason I pressed it to my heart on the way. Goldcrests are the smallest bird in Estonia. It was completely weightless.
I think that´s why I cried - not because it had died, but because it had no weight at all. It was so tiny and innocent that I couldn´t even feel it. And still it had died.

Well at home I tried to draw it, but I failed and just splashed my watercolours over it at the bathroom sink for fun.
This isn´t by far the image I was going for. There was no blood either. I´ll probably redo it digitally in the future.

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(c) me

P.S. I swear I´ll kill this scanner one day! It didn´t pick up the colours at all!