The story is short, but far from sweet. Last weekend I was sitting with friends, watching swallows swoop to and fro through the west-side mist, happily catching bugs in their beaks. Suddenly, a smallish bird swoops down on top of one of the swallows and the two go flying into some dense trees.
Dennis: "Whoa! Did you see that?!"
Me: (with an optimistic sense of the happiness of spring and the goodwill of all creatures toward one another) "Awww, they are mating!"
Dennis: "No, Amanda. . . That bird just attacked and killed the other one."
Cherelyn: snicker snicker
The End
No comments:
Post a Comment