New life, life is gone

This morning, when I went outside, I saw the snowdrops, fresh out of the ground. They're always the first to come out, the harbingers of new life.

And I also found this little guy, behind the shed. He was killed by a predator last night, and it struck me that here are the two extremes of life, birth and death, and here I am somewhere in between witnessing it. I am always forgetting, taking it all for granted.

Peace