This beautiful grackle lost his life somehow and fell right by my garden stone. He was so brilliantly beautiful in a macabre sort of way. I felt I had to record his death, and honor his graceful passing. My husband thought this photograph very strange and disturbing. I don't mind being odd chick, but I don't want to be strange and disturbing. So I leave it up to your comments about how this photograph affects your spirit. I feel stillness and peacefulness in the form in which he's fallen and that his current shining brilliance is only a vision of what his future holds. The Bible says that God knows when a sparrow falls so I know this death was recorded in the heavenlies.
But he didn't fall unnoticed in this place either.