Yesterday, I helped plant some flowers in a community garden. I expertly avoided the poison ivy that was growing by the wall where we were shoveling. But a far more sinister event awaited me.
After our work was done, a group of us went to someone's house to enjoy a beer, eat some ice cream, and chat.
As we were walking down the sidewalk, we saw something fall out of a tree and heard a powerful thud. Being curious folk, we scurried over to see what it was. A nut? A stick?
One of the guys reached down to flip it over, but just in time we all registered what it was.
The head of a very recently deceased bird.
As we looked up into the tree, I half expected the bird's butt to fall on our faces. Knowing my experience with the contents of bird butts, this wouldn't have come as a shocker. There was a crow in the tree, rejoicing ominously in its fresh meal.
Ah, nature is full of treasures.
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