Skip A couple of weeks ago he caught a blackbird.
on all the emotions I felt, even today, the prevailing sense of helplessness and anger (justified I realize it is a dog) against those jaws shut on a handful of feathers.
E 'was one of those experiences that are worth a couple of sessions of treatment for post-traumatic stress.
a blackbird in the garden this morning, less than two paces from me, collecting strands of dry grass for its nest.
not arrogant, but quiet, occasionally glanced at me and Sissy the eyes in ecstasy, without the courage to move, while filled the bill.
When it flew away with her booty I felt my heart lighter.
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