I know I'm not alone in my love of all the strange things found in the natural world. I love bones and bugs and wings, etc. Here is an image of the tiniest baby bird remains I've ever seen, found on my back patio. I don't know if the baby fell out of the nest or the nest got blown down or what the story was, but there he was face down without ever having a chance at life. There is something beautiful about his tiny mummified form, so I kept it, with my bugs and bones and bees and wings. You can see by the photo that he's tinier even than the locust. I'd love to hear from any of you who may feel the same way. Who get excited to find odd and sometimes sad little things out there during your daily travels. What little treasures to you hold on to that have special meaning for you?