The past couple of days I've wreaked havoc on my sleeping schedule.
Yesterday I laid down for a 20 minute nap. 2.5 hours later, I woke up. AUGH. That sucked. I tried to go to bed at a "normal" hour for me, but of course couldn't get to sleep.
This morning I woke up about an hour and a half before my alarm went off. WTF?!?!?!
I drank an AMP energy drink, but it didn't do much good. Ah well.
As I was headed out to the back to get my bicycle to run errands this morning, I spotted a ball of feathers-and-fluff on the driveway. I shuffled over and took a swipe at it with my foot, expecting it to burst apart and flutter away.
It didn't. It just rolled a few times and came to a stop.
I doubled my efforts.
I leaned down and realized that I was swiping at a dead bird.
What's weird about this was that I haven't seen its little body there before, and I've been back-and-forth between the back and front of the house via the driveway every day because I use my bicycle. The bird has been dead long enough to dry out and have its eyes either rot or get eaten. Its tongue is still intact, though.
I picked it up. Weighed nothing. Its feathers are still holding its tiny skeleton mostly together, though I notice its feet are missing. I can see its dried innards to a degree.
I tried to take photos of the bird, as I find it really fascinating to examine. Unfortunately I suck at closeup photos. All of them came out blurry, so I tried using the "sharpen" filter in Photoshop to make them more clear.
This is an attempt to photograph its back and wing:
I didn't know what to do with the little body, so now it's placed on a shelf in our kitchen window. I'm a little unnerved by its presence there, though. I go in for a snack and think, "Holy crap there's a dead bird in our window!" and then promptly leave.
I'm out of sorts, but I don't know if it's because I'm running on irregular sleep or the bird.
I may bury it, but at the same time I want to see more of its skeleton.