Last night there was a huge thunderstorm. Lots of lightening and wind. Not cold, this morning lots of leaves and branches on the ground.
Hal found this baby bird in the surf on his morning walk and brought him home for me. So perfect and so close to the day when he could have flown from his nest into the rain. Pale golden touches to his otherwise gray/brown feathers. And still a light in his eye.
So many things lately point to the fine line between living and dying.