Sad news, I’m afraid.  I got a note from PAWS saying that the injured crow we took in had to be euthanized.

Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go. Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out of the Nowhere; for a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and, lo! we are gone again into the Nowhere. 

                     H. Rider Haggard

I hope you love birds too.  It is economical.  It saves going to heaven.

                     Emily Dickinson

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