Originally posted by Brenda Coulter at No rules. Just write.
After spotting this cardinal through my kitchen window, I snatched up my camera and then slowly, slowly, opened the back door.
The bird didn't twitch a single feather, so I closed the door behind me and moved two steps closer and snapped this photo. The bird remained perfectly still. Surprised, I just watched him for several seconds, until it hit me that he was dead.
Sheesh, I was taking pictures of a dead bird. What was I going to do next, start stalking celebrities with my camera? I put the camera on the patio table and approached the birdbath, wondering about the best way to dispose of a dead bird.
I was almost close enough to reach out my hand and touch the poor little thing (not that I was planning to do that) when his head jerked in my direction and he flapped his wings and retreated to the safety of the viburnum hedge on the left side of this photo.
"Hey, I understand daydreaming," I said to him. "But you need to understand that my neighbors have a cat that thinks he owns this garden."
The cardinal gave me a look that said, "Point taken," and then he flew off to perch high in our mulberry tree.
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