Casualty of the Weather

This poor bird was probably a victim of the very strong winds we've been having recently.  It was on the path next to the house and I suspect it lost control and hit the wall.  I'm pretty sure it was a baby blackbird.  I sometimes wonder what it is that gives me the urge to take photos.  There are so many cases where I'm pretty sure no one else would be itching to take a photo the way I am, and cases where it's downright weird.  Why would anyone want to photograph a dead bird?  Somehow it felt like the right thing to do.  Marking its passing, mourning it, creating a memorial.