We found this on the sidewalk on our way into town last week. I have no idea if it's the remnant of a sad fall, or of predation, or of a birth. Since the nesting box in our yard is now issuing a cacaphony of peeps and is being vigorously tended by the nesting pair, chicks are clearly out around here, and I think it is well within the realm of reason to choose to believe the latter.
In some strange confluence of mystical energies both of my children are well asleep...as is my husband (he went out, I'm assuming, in the process of getting the baby down). I always feel so lonely when that happens; my days are overly full of people who need me and are way inside in my personal bubble all day long, and then, on nights like this, I'm suddenly comepletely alone. Feast or famine. But! I'm about two minutes away from slapping on a pair of headphones and working my way through kitchen mess and grime and, if I'm quick about that, either having a wickedly hot bath or getting out the sewing machine.
No complaints.