Monday, May 07, 2007
Circle Of Death
"There's a white stain in the backyard," said my wife from the kitchen window Sunday morning as she sipped her coffee.
A short time later, after she went out to clean the backyard of toys and debris to mow it, she came back in and said that there was what looked like a dead bird out back.
I figured it to be one of the wrens from earlier in the week.
"Can you rake it up?" she asked.
"What's to rake up?" I thought.
So I went out in my t-shirt and sweatpants, flip flops on my feet, half a cup of coffee in my system and barely awake.
And then I saw the circle of death.
And then I figured this needed to be photographed.
Anf then I tried to figure out what had happened.
Only I'm an authority on nothing.