And nature giveth…the Eagle! Oh Lord, the eagle just flew over as I sat there on the step finishing Watchmen. There was a sad end to the little housefinch mentioned in the prior post. It involved an evil cat that somehow knocked the birdhouse off its post and left me but a tiny head as proof of what had happened, while I was in the shower. Four years ago my much-loved neighbor, Andy, died while I was in the shower, even though I ran out as I was to answer the telephone which would not stop ringing. The local police asking calmly if I could go over and do CPR. How many extra times did I let it ring before I gave in and answered? Why did I not do more to help the housefinch from its trap awaiting death?
But then the eagle came just now and showed me something more important.
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