Bird on the Wing
Yesterday, our dog barked at something. Yes, he generally barks at all and sundry, but yesterday it was a special bark, a playful bark. Like when he catches a mole. My daughter and I ran outside and saw the dog with a little animal on the ground in front of it. Thinking it was another mole, we looked closely, and saw it was a sparrow, lying on its back, alive and breathing rapidly. We turned it over but it didn't walk nor attempt to fly. We thought the dog must have injured it somehow, so I took it out and put it in the grass underneath a fruit tree, to let it die in peace. Our dog has a complicated relationship with the sparrows in our barn. Sometimes they will fly to his food bowl, and try to peck at the croquets we serve him. Our Tommy doesn't like that, so when he sees them trying to eat his food, he runs after them. They fly away, but yesterday one of them didn't fly fast enough. Once he scared it away from the food, he decided to play with it. He doesn't qui...