Rumor has it the house was around 100 years old, however, far from being a prized historic site by the local municipality it was...condemned. As I passed it en route to work, there were all kinds of dump trucks around and I wondered what they were up to. When 12pm hit, and I drove home for lunch, the house was gone! Just a pile of rubble.
Warmer weather hit us this week and the many drifts of snow began to melt. I hadn't realized the birds had stopped singing for a few weeks until all of a sudden their voices were back, riding the morning rays.
It was a glorious week of birds, sun, diminishing snow, and slop.
Speaking of birds, I have this theory that the little sparrows in these parts, during the winter time, get a wee bit frozen in their wings and joints, slowing their take-off when in flight from on-coming vehicles. Several times a week, I exclaim in horror as I almost, again, take a little life that was slow to take off and too close to my windshield.
One day, a number of weeks ago, one little birdie didn't make it. It was heart-breaking.
I hope the arrival of the sun will help to thaw their little wings a bit better.
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