This little guy hit our glass sliding doors at Pymatuning and died. This was two days ago when I was with the swamp/song sparrow people. I wasn’t the one to find him kicking on the floor nor was I the one who watched him die. He was still warm in my hand. Later that day, we agreed that we needed to fix the glass doors. You know you’re working with bird people when you spend dinnertime cutting out species-specific bird (mostly) shapes from decal paper. I did the geese and the stork in the bottom right - we’ve got swallows, that great cattail with a feisty swamp sparrow on it, other flying creatures.