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A Dead Goldcrest

As I was walking along Frimley Road on my way to work I noticed a small greenish lump, no bigger than 2 inches long, lying on the path.  I had walked past it before I realised what it was - a tiny bird.  I stopped, picked it up and immediately recognised it as a goldcrest.  Turning it over showed the characteristic yellow stripe along the top of its head.  It was dead, having probably been hit by a car on that busy stretch of road.  There were no visible injuries to it, but it left some small darkish brown spots, probably dried blood, on my hands.  The feathers on its body were incredibly soft, the slightest breath of air being enough to ruffle them.  I put it down gently under the hedge, so it wouldn't get trodden on.

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