Life isn't black and white. It's a million gray areas, don't you find? - Ridley Scott
This blog will act as an attempt to chronicle what is sure to be one of the most ridiculously confusing, interesting and wild years I've ever experienced.

By compiling a series of 365 black and white photos and accompanied text you're invited to follow along the ride of an undergraduate student with severe biophilia. This year will mark a year that I leave the continent, graduate from my Bachelors degree, start graduate studies, try to make heads and tails of life and and search for an elusive tiger beetle.

Feel free to post feedback, ask questions, and give suggestions. Hope that your 2013 is looking to be a wonderful, wonderful year.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

05. The strangest place I have ever found a dead bird



Birds are living things and one day, each bird will die. It might be at the talons of a larger bird, the lead of a hunters gun, or by the spread of an avian disease. Sometimes the bird will be eaten, sometimes it will rot away in a pile of leaves, sometimes the bird will end up stuffed and displayed proudly on the mantle.

I have no idea how this little bird passed. It was so desiccated and damaged that I couldn't even identify it. However, it either passed while perched or flying over. Perhaps another bird perched there with it as it ate. However it died I am not certain. I am not certain why it was snagged on the branch. However, this is where I found it, and this is what it looked like.

Your guesses are as good as mine.

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