Saturday, December 28, 2013
Woke up today to rain. I looked out the mud room window and saw a bird lying on the ground. It's neck broken from flying into the window. In the shrub above, his mate sat waiting for him to get up. I put him in a box and placed it under a holly bush to stay dry. Just incase he's only knocked out. I think he's dead. No rain while we we're gone. But torrential the day before we left and then of course rain the day after we get back. The nights are long and dark, no snow to reflect the light. When it rains or is dark, this house is suffocating my small. Perhaps literally suffocating, what with the vermiculite in the attic and all.