Sunday, June 7, 2009

A Fleeting Mist

My fiancee was mowing the lawn and she came in wanting to show me something. She took me out to fence in our yard and showed me a young bird. It was nearing adulthood, I could tell by it's feathers. She decided she wanted a picture of it, so we went and got the camera. Just as we got back to the fence were the bird was it flipped over onto it's back. It flapped it's wings like it was trying to right it's self, to no avail. So I went and got a stick to help it turn over. By the time I got back, it was dead.

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