Swainson's Thrush

First thing this morning, before I had even prepared my morning coffee, I heard the terrible unmistakable sound of a bird hitting our large front window. I love birds so I was hoping to just see a slightly stunned little bird wonder what had happened, shake its feathers, rest, and then fly off again. Sadly, I found this beautiful Swainson's Thrush about to die on my doorstep. It was very sad for me to see suffering and to finally relax with its last breath. I felt a loss for this little creature and sad that I could do nothing for it.