"it's a stiff!"

We have a dead pigeon in our front yard, a big fat one with its little claws sticking straight up in the air, RIP'ing under the rose bushes.

It really looks like it just fell out of the sky- plop.

I was happily raking leaves in the front yard yesterday when I saw it and I yelped.

I've decided that's a husband-duty: to dispose of it.
So it's still there.
Big and dead.