today dawned foggy and cold. on the lawn i found the rigid corpse of a crested tit. it made me really sad, i've grown so fond of them lately. while i held its little body, another flew to the feeder near me. i wonder if they were mates. i hope i didn't seem like the culprit.
the cause of death reminds a mystery, there was not a mark on the bird. it lay far from any windows, too. i buried it under a cherry tree on a bed of oak leaves, where something purple already grew from the cold ground.
