Thursday, June 30, 2005

Flashback: June 3, 2001

I was up early this morning and heard birds outside my window. I looked up and saw a flight of wild ducks go by. They looked so pretty in the dawn light. After they passed I turned back to my task and heard a volley of rifle fire. I realized some of the creatures I had just been admiring were probably dead. I wish I could think of something profound to say, but I can't.

It's nowhere near hunting season. I want to hope it's some of my poorer neighbors who might have an excuse, but I'm having trouble with that thought.

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