Death comes, unexpectedly, to the garden of Eden here at the end of a dirt road. This morning, while we were eating breakfast on the deck, we heard a kerfuffle of birds in the nearby woods. Bill saw a crow for a second, we heard more songbird chirps and chatters, then i saw the crow flying low through the woods. I guess he was having his breakfast too.
When i went out to feed the fish in our tiny fishpond, i found the remains of a goldfish carcass on the adjoining terrace. Raccoon, i suppose. Last night.
I bury the 2-inch carcass under a nearby plant and contemplate the cycle of life.
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| Flies having breakfast |
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