The grace of one small bird

I found a wounded bird in our rain gutter, under the big pine trees. I asked my wise and practical mate if we should do something. He felt we should let nature take its course. I accepted his opinion. For almost 10 hours. […]

We buried Sophie in the back by our bird bath, where we dug for her worms.

“What happens to her now?” Her body is dead but her sparkle is still here, because we have good memories of her. “We only got to have her for one day. It makes me so sad. Can we dig her up in a few days and look at her again?”

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