In the forest, a sparrow died.
The passing of the sparrow was registered and noted. The death of the female sparrow had been anticipated sometime in the next four days based upon increasing wear on her heart. The sparrow was old, had laid many eggs and had raised a higher than average percentage to successful fledgelinghood. The sparrow had contributed to the survival of her species and had passed on her genes. If she had pride, she would be proud.
On the other hand, the individual was not from a species that was listed as rare or endangered so it required no notification of any human.
So Mother, who had never paused in Her myriad duties, logged it and moved on. There were so many other things to do.