Sunday, August 9, 2015

A Mixed Bag


Every morning seeds are poured into the bird feeder. There is an assortment of seeds thus, attracting birds of all sizes. 

Through their constant chirps, I can get a feel of their happiness, and good spirits as a result pigeons, sparrows, blue jays and crows are pecking upon at the same time. Contentment is never in their charts. Thus, they continue to feast upon and not get frenzied by the human company until I tripped over a sparrow, thus making the flock fly away.


I carefully picked up that feeble bird and decided to nurse it back to health.

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In 99 words (no more, no less) write the common premise: “I ran over a deer (or other animal) and have decided to nurse it back to health.”
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