when this tiny creature*, immobile on the morning platform, allowed me to softly approach, i was honoured...and gratified. but then i saw the helpless look in her eye, and her shivering feathers, and my delight turned to dismay.i sought the telephone number of the animal-ambulance; before i could write it down, she hopped lamely into the neverending shrubbery.
and then my train arrived.
and life went on.
*photo friday
Lynn,
ReplyDeleteYou should read "a tale of three racoons" written recently by my good friend Alesandra. You can find it here:
http://kempleton.wildc.net/blog/ali/archive/000362.html