Today, Mrs. Merkt was doing her volunteer work thing. So I headed north to visit gun shops. It was a clear, cool, sunny day with a beautiful blue sky. The birds were taking full advantage of it. Going north on I-5, I saw some of the biggest flocks of geese heading south that I'd ever seen. Around Mount Vernon, a swan flew over the road. In Burlington, a huge murder of crows was gleaning a pumpkin field. There were flocks of small birds frolicking and bathing in puddles.
A bird's life is a hard one, mostly. But they must have some moments of dimly comprehended joy.
A bird's life is a hard one, mostly. But they must have some moments of dimly comprehended joy.