I have a colleague that paints dead birds, and I once came across a Golden-crowned Kinglet, lying at the foot of a tree on the path up Echo Mountain not too far from home. So strange - I've seen dead birds, but usually it's been the work of a cat, or hawk, and there's not much left to speak of. This one was in good shape - a beautiful bird - but it was so strange to see it silent and still. I packed it into a fruit snack wrapper which Declan had cleared out for me, delicately pocketed the bird and continued to race him up the hill - years ago now.
|This is King - over there is Snohomish|
|Puget Sound, Mount Baker, and the little spit that I couldn't quite get to..|
|Brant on Edmonds waterfront|