I looked out of the kitchen window today and noticed something hanging over the back fence – kind of dark, with newspaper stuck to it, and little bits of fur waving in the wind.
“What is that?”
“The rabbit,” my oldest stated so non-chalantly. “It died behind the shed. A crow just dragged it up onto the fence. I guess he’s looking for a snack.”
Alrighty then.
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nice, you know you’ve had a few to many when that happens. Heck, I freaked out over seeing a teeny tiny dead mouse in our front yard. I’m not proud of that one. Please don’t tell anyone. =)
3 dead baby robins in our playground tower started a major conversation about God’s Sovereignty and goodness (“If God does care for every sparrow that falls from the sky then why does He let these things happen?”)
happy mother’s day?