I heard the thump, all the way from the kitchen to where I was still in bed down the hall at the other end of the house. I expected to find another dead mourning dove. But there was no carcass, and at first I didn’t even see a mark on the window.
Until almost sunset, when the sunlight coming directly in the front door backlit the door.
The detail in the feathers on the body is remarkable.
From the right view, you can even see its head, even the eye socket detail. I’m amazed.
This has happened before, which is why I’ve taken steps to try to mitigate the problem.
The butterfly clings seem to have helped lower the incidence of collisions.
In the human flying world, this is referred to as “controlled flight into terrain.” My first NASA social at Edwards Air Force Base many years ago was about some of the amazing work being done to prevent F-16s from doing it. I’m not sure how we get that software downloaded into mourning doves.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 
When the birds are sitting on the electrical wires being recharged, because birds aren’t real. They download any updates that they might need. :-}
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