It really wasn't Jesse's doing that this beautiful red-bellied woodpecker lay dead on the edge of our English-ivy-covered side yard this afternoon. My first thought was Evil Jesse! but then I noticed the bird was unruffled and calm looking with absolutely no explosion of feathers, the telltale clue that Jesse has been indulging his feral twin. I've never seen such an intricately patterned bird close up and perfectly still, its only motion a slight fluttering of its rump feathers in the breeze. I sat next to it in the sunshine, so warm and buttery, and drew it for so long that I felt like I knew this bird. It was patterned like a Byzantine mosaic, the top and back of its head vermillion, and it had a light tan face. Do birds just drop out of the sky sometimes? I know they sometimes kill themselves by flying into windows, but there was no window nearby and no sign of any kind of violence. Jesse ambled over but wasn't even curious about the bird, just rubbed up against me and sauntered off to help P clean the front flower bed.