Friday, November 23, 2018
Is it a murder mystery? Blood spatter? Or is it the estrus cycle of the female gray squirrel?
Death? Or birth? (It's seems too early and way too cold to be thinking of little squirrel kittens.)
Just in case it's death, i pause for a moment at the sacrificial altar of the railing where we feed the birds. Such easy pickings for a predator.
It's easy to imagine an owl swooping down in the cold winter night.
Death is certain. The time of death is uncertain.