At times, one can't help doing some antropomorphism.
The sad story:
- the small bird was there, laying on the pavement, lifeless,
- according to the photograph, it's partner, stood around for two hours, not fearing those who approached, not even the photograph, who was pretty close. It sang, its sad song:
- then flying over its partner dead body, it tried to take the body away:
-but sadly didn't succeed. So it stood by the side of the dead body:
The photograph understood and took the body away from the middle of the road and put it aside.
Then the bird tried again to revive its companion:
Finally it gave up, with a sad sound in its voice, as if it was a farewell: