Poor Lil Bird

The other day I walked out onto the rock and looked to my left and down. I saw a dead bird. This bird, in fact. I don't know what kind of bird it is (I never do).
Very gray. Grey. Gray. I like g-r-e-y better than g-r-a-y but the latter is more correct, I think?
Poor little bird.
I then took a shovel and flung it into the woods. I'm not sure that was the proper or humane or respectful thing to do, but it's what I did.