Death is ugly but birds die pretty, relatively speaking.
"Beauty is in some ways, boring. Even if its concept changes through the ages, nevertheless a beautiful object must always follow certain rules... Ugliness is unpredictable and offers an infinite range of possibilities. Beauty is finite. Ugliness is infinite, like God"- Umberto Eco, On Ugliness.
Birds are life's true rock stars in that they live fast, die young and leave a beautiful corpse; even when that body has been severely mangled, there is something quite obviously beautiful in the remains.
I have chosen to document this beauty as I find it, taking care as far as practicable, not to disturb any element of my discovery.
