I live on the second story in small apartment in area filled with lots of bird life.I heard this bird hit the building on the living room. My head snapped to the source of the noise but I saw only feathers slowly falling outside the window.Outside, I found it, already dead. Wings still slightly outstretched, body still warm and malleable. I carefully collected it in a box and brought it inside to photograph.I was never the type to throw funerals for dead animals, always prided myself on being too tough for that, but I do think photos are a kind of remembering. This bird felt too beautiful to go straight into the bin without ritual. This is not the first time I have photographed a Silver Eye like this. They're prone to this. They fly in flocks and flit about endlessly, moving extremely quick. It makes them prone to death by high speed collision, especially into windows.I hope these photos stand as a small form of worship. An act of, l admiration that maybe helps its random death serve a purpose through the act of remembering.