Last week, I found a precious Downey woodpecker, laying lifeless on the deck. At first, my mind went to the cat. No! How could she?! But it didn't seem likely she could catch a woodpecker and she hasn't caught any birds, thank goodness, in the six months we've had her. It seems that the poor little bird had hit the glass door. It was a beautiful young male, it's red crown barely visible. I wanted to do something to honor its life, it's beauty, the part it played in the perfection of the universe. I set its perfect little body on top of some sketches and admired its delicacy and exquisiteness. I accept that these photographs could be disturbing to some, but my hope is to share the awe and gratitude I felt for this miraculous little creature.