A few days ago I was reading on my couch when I glanced a tiny projectile on its course above. I heard a little crack and saw the object arc back whence it came. I ran downstairs and found this poor bird on the pavement behind the car port; the birds in the trees carried on as loudly as they always do on a clear morning. It was such a Musee des Beaux Arts moment. He was so warm, soft and light I felt in violation touching him, though I was quite sure he was dead. I took him upstairs into the warmth of my apartment, and placed him in my windowsill for careful observation. Unfortunately he never revived. In any event, I was grateful for the opportunity to observe a bird’s body so closely.
little things
wow, those wings look so neat, what intricacy. and what a wonderful photographer, that you can make a dead bird look good 🙂 ok, yah… it’s a sad story too.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.” – Matthew 10, a reminder that God knows all our challenges and struggles (broken cameras, school work, getting older).
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