The scariest part about picking up a dead animal is NOT the hand you're picking it up with.
It's the hand holding the grocery bag. For one thing you know you'll have a glove on the picking up hand, but not necessarily the bag hand.
Furthermore, once rigor mortis sets in, the bird is frozen in the odd shape he was left in. And that shape does not smoothly go into the plastic bag you are holding with one hand. Even if you're wearing a glove on that hand (which I believe most don't, after all these are times of conservation). Your forearm is totally at risk.
And after disposing of the animal, gloved or not, you still wash both of your hands clear to the elbow.
Well I do anyway.
(I was going to take a picture of it. But I thought it best not to. But I was also able to clear some mushrooms, and pick up Nunu's poop all with the same bag. Talk about "two birds." [That was awful.])