Dead bird

A Life in the Day of a Photographer – “Dead Bird, New Hair”

4 a.m. wake-up call from Ziggy. Quick bathroom trip. Back to bed… and hello, dark mystery shape on the sheets.

Closer look: dead bird. Which means I’d been snoozing for two hours with a tiny corpse next to my head. Apparently this is a gift in cat culture. In mine? Not so much.

Cue full bedding change, feather clean-up, and zero chance of more sleep. So I edited photos instead, got my hair revamped (merci, Lise!), had a lazy lunch, read in the shade… then back to editing.

Ziggy? Completely forgiven. He’s too cute, and honestly, scolding him hours later would have been like yelling at a cloud.