A lone chick's unending cry pierced the air.
Would it live or die?
Could I catch and protect it till its mother came back?
I decided to wait and see how nature handled it.
Making her rounds with her 20 chick brood, she returned in search for my watermelon rinds.
Unnoticed to be missing, it ran to its family and stopped crying.
Life won today.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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