I had to think that this old girl had seen some pretty high excitement in her day, but her history is tracelessly gone. She rests here, forgotten except perhaps for a dim recollection in someone's mind as a shiny red rescuer, someone whose life she saved. Yet today, her personality shone through in that spark upon her door handle, a spark which she cared only to reveal to one who came to visit her, however accidentally, in her lonely corner amidst the brush and debris.
365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Sparky
I had to think that this old girl had seen some pretty high excitement in her day, but her history is tracelessly gone. She rests here, forgotten except perhaps for a dim recollection in someone's mind as a shiny red rescuer, someone whose life she saved. Yet today, her personality shone through in that spark upon her door handle, a spark which she cared only to reveal to one who came to visit her, however accidentally, in her lonely corner amidst the brush and debris.
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