Poor Thrush

As we packed up the car for a trip to the coast this morning, we discovered this poor thrush stone dead among the flowers in one of the planters below the front bedroom window. I can only assume that he flew straight into the window, thinking the reflection was in fact the continuation of the real world. The moral in the story? Seeing may be believing but you could easily be believing an error. Try everything and don't be afraid to stand up for the truth.