Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses
the glory of being alone.
You may remember about a week or so ago I posted a curious image of a pile of bluebird
feathers beneath one of my bluebird boxes.
I surmised from the mass of scattered feathers that something bad and somewhat
tragic had taken place during the veil of darkness.
I also knew we had marauding raccoons who often came to visit the yard at night,
scavenging the stale bread I often throw out back for the birds.
And I knew that raccoons were notorious for stealing bird eggs.
A quick internet search also revealed that they are not choosy when it comes to their
need for a meal.
They are equally notorious for snatching whole birds.
I was rather crestfallen…
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