Birds have a slightly unfair advantage. They are as a rule naturally rather pretty and are quite good at perching in very photogenic manners.
Continuing with observations that reveal more about me than they do the subject of the observing, the broken, disused, and general rubbish of the world strikes a chord.
Whatever the cause of the destruction or disuse, the fact that some poor object cannot do the job it was created so to do is sad. Not cry into my beer sad, but rather wish better for an inanimate object sad. Unlike people (or so we like to think), a boat is made with a singular function or purpose in mind: to float, and theoretically to carry cargo of some variety. Excepting for self destructive tendencies, boats want to be able to do their job; dirty great holes caused by outside forces make that impossible, and without additional ourside intervention to repair said holes, this spells certain abandonment to the elements or outright death.
Some disuse is not nearly so sad. At the moment of idleness, one may wax distraught, but there sometimes is a sort of end in sight.
Some of the devilish details have less to say beyond a somewhat self-effacing, "Hullo, there. Do you think I'm pretty? I bet in a certain light, I might be picturesque, too..."
In the immortal words of Satchmo..."Wooooah. What a wonderful world!"