Sometimes I find a creature on a path who has died mysteriously.
I have a deep interest in studying such things.
To be able to hold, touch, examine something which would otherwise be unattainable, is a gift to me.
For example this barn swallow that Tom told me about a few days ago.
Today on my walk to the pond I found it...just lying there...perfect.
All that was missing were it's eyes.
I knew this would be a rare opportunity to see such beauty up close.
Even in the quietness of death there can be beauty and knowledge.