In the early evening yesterday, I came across a dead bird alongside my garage. It seemed to me that it had misjudged the glass window in the side of the building, thinking it an entrance or escape route. It is very unusual at this particular window because beyond the pane is darkness. Other windows around the house, notably at the front door, seem to offer just such a passage to garden brightness on the other side, which of course, is an illusion, though understandable from the bird's point of view.

My guess is that it is a young bird with limited experience. Looking online today the closest match was with a juvenile bower bird, probably thatched a few months ago. The bower is in the far right corner of my garden and today I noticed the male bower bird flitting from tree to tree, perhaps in search of its doomed progeny.

I buried the youngster at the back, not too far from home, but far enough to be missed.

A female bower bird with a juvenile in the foreground. (photo courtesy Blue Mountains Nature)