Out of the Twine

I cycled through a large gathering of Ravens this morning in route to First Pres. My favorite bird, the Raven. It was serene while listening to strings. Once back, following lunch, I decided to take out and put up the flag. “There’s a bird caught in some twine below our front stoop.” I said to our neighbor who happened to be out at the moment as well. “Really? Is it alive?” She asked. “We found one that was dead. Maybe it’s sick?” She continued. I took some scissors out of the kitchen sink and cut twine that was wrapped around the bird’s lower torso. The young bird gleefully strode off through the lawn and under the trees.

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