For the Birds

A walk this morning while my hamstring mends. I was unsettled, but it took me a few minutes to understand why:

Missing the birds. Not a magpie, not a crow, not a sparrow this morning.

Finally, the ducks who dare to over-winter here, along the edges of the water. Quiet.

Too quiet.

Leonard shakes off the tension and his harness clinks.

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