Saturday, July 31, 2010

and then it was gone

I was sitting on the steps,in the shade, taking a break from weeding and I saw a bird,
return again and again to a clump of grass near the coal bin.



I watched as the day progressed, the mother returned , chirping, several times.

Nearing sunset i went out to see the little bird again, it was frail and too young to fly, and now silent.

guest blogger Declan Henesy on "Dining with the Dead"

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