a new dawn

but not for this poor bird, discovered by Youngest Son as we left for the school bus. It was still warm, and must have flown into a window at the front of our house, dazzled by reflections of the rising sun.

As I took photos, a fat pigeon was collecting twigs for its nest and the peacocks flew down from their roost in the sycamore tree to start looking for food. Life goes on.