Springtime tragedy.

I refilled the birdfeeder yesterday.

A bountiful harvest.

Five hours later:

You pigs!

After a fierce windstorm buffeted Gambier last night:

SHIT.

And after poking my head out the window (and arming my little Canon’s ultra-zoom):

Well, that happened.

I’m glad I could find it, at least. That means it isn’t embedded in some poor soul’s skull.