I found this beautiful bird laying on the sidewalk, it was still warm and soft as I touched it hoping that it's simply stunt after some collision or another mishap, and that it'd come back to life in a moment. Sadly as minutes passed away it's eyes became milky and tiny body became cold. I took it home and photographed it for a few hours. After that I took to a nice place and buried it within the tree roots. This is print of a pencil sketch of Poor Mr. Finch
A5 (21x14,8cm)