It was Halloween but we didn't see it at first. The kids all walked by the window and none of them saw it.
And then the sun started shining - and we looked.....
Was there something there, or were we imagining it? Was this some kind of ghostly impression or did the window just need a good clean?
If you moved around a bit, it looked like a feather-like impression on the glass, a breath of something that had only been there for a micro second.
It was only when one of us held a black piece of paper up behind it that all became clear....
The poor pigeon had been captured at the moment of death, its last flight etched on the glass and it lay not far away.
We made it a shoebox coffin and thanked it for the wonder it had left behind. I expect it will be gone by tomorrow.