In the End

The lawn outside our kitchen window is overshadowed by a group of conifers; dense, prickly, darkly brooding trees accessible only to the birds that Dee attracts with her scatterings of seeds and crumbs on the grass below.

Yesterday we noticed robins and sparrows pecking at what, upon investigation, turned out to be the dessicated body of an unidentifiable small bird. Probably they were after the feathers to line their nests, this being the time of building. If so it struck me as somehow 'righ...