I held this bird in my hands after it crashed into a glass door. I knew it was going to die because it had blood in its mouth following the impact. I held it through the process and at the moment of death it became extremely alert, opened its eyes wide and jumped out of my hands. Taking that metaphoric leap became literal at that moment. I placed it in the leaves with a butterfly who seemed to be partially alive. I didn’t want the bird to be alone.

Dead Bird and Butterfly. Photo: Wendy Goodfriend