Here is a detail:
Struck by its fragile, melancholy beauty set against the grandeur of the backdrop, I took a few more shots in quick succession. Despite its quick and erratic movements I was able to track the subject well, keeping it centered in the frame. I was quite proud of myself.
Only later did I realize that the poor creature had half a wing torn away, probably by a bird. It must have narrowly escaped being eaten. I know there's a Taoist/Buddhist lesson in there somewhere, about ephemerality, transience and impermanence.