Barb had to stop on the way home and Tags: pain suffering
The pain and suffering is mine...
Barb had to stop on the way home and Circle of suffering...
Poor Wrigley, stares out the window for hours at a time at all the birds she'd like to get at. Quivering in anticipation of the hunt and anguishing over the lost opportunities just a few feet away. But even if her suffering would end the poor birds would just begin... and so it goes.Pain and Suffering that no parent should ever have to go through
When I became a parent I never dreamed that one day I would be planning a funeral and memorial service for my baby. It is not natural! This is my entry for pain and suffering. The One's pain and suffering is another's breakfast...
If you're squeamish don't look at these.
Yesterday evening I was walking around the yard looking for something to shoot while Barb was cutting grass. I found a dead chipmunk, maybe hit by a car, fresh cause the blood was still red and not dried. I took a picture.
This morning I went back to check on it and it was gone. There were some flies, bugs, and some bees around but no chipmunk. At first, I thought probably a possum got it but they would probably eat it where it was at. So, I figured a dog or something took it away. Either way, thru the chipmunk's pain and suffering life continues for some others.
Dead chipmunk.
No chipmunk.
