Photos of birds are supposed to be pretty, right? The bird sits on a perch, soft light, blurred background. We sigh at the beauty. We say: awww. Take, fr’instance, this American tree sparrow I shot in Toronto’s Evergreen Brickworks:
But sometimes the natural world defies our expectations. Certainly that was the lesson from a hike through Tommy Thompson Park when I saw something hanging high in a tree. Zooming in, I discovered that it was a cormorant, neck broken, head wedged in a forked branch.
How does something like this even happen? Does the bird get depressed and decide one day to end it all? Life’s such a puzzle.
That’s weird! Forgot about that photo!