Frozen Air

I was perusing the internet today, as is my wont, when suddenly, I heard an almighty thump. I was sure that it was the sound of a bird flying into a window, but after having examined the windows in the front of the house, and at the side, I concluded that it might have been something else.

 

However, when Martin returned, he asked me to get rid of the dead pigeon at the back of the house. Mystery solved. It had flown into the french windows at the back of the farmhouse. I’m sorry that it could not distinguish between air and glass. Let this be its memorial.