Last year

I wonder if the windows did not do in another avian. This may prove to be as bad as the IBM building on Grand. It was disturbing to see this perfectly-folded pigeon on one of the backyard's concrete slabs just a few days after we had moved in. I was showing the place to a curious friend who once told me houses could consume one.
I had to bury the bird, of course, and took a ton of photos of the process, all of which got caught up into the slide show my extended family saw on pre-pre-Christmas eve. I'm just never prepared for such things.
This is not the expected Happy New Year, but see how well the foot color corresponds to that of the breast-feathers.