Carson’s final sleep
A quiet day for reflection. I’ve started an altar over Carson’s grave. I want it to be bird friendly and not javelina bothered. A scrub jay is the first to sing Carson’s praises, drinking from his water bowl. Soon the sparrows are bathing. Later even the Quail bobble over.
Me burying Carson
Thanks to everyone for the kind words.
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