why i feed the birds by Richard Vargas once i saw my grandmother hold out her hand cupping a small offering of seed to one of the wild sparrows that frequented the bird bath she filled with fresh water every day she stood still maybe stopped breathing while the sparrow looked at her, then the seed then back as if he was judging her character he jumped into her hand began to eat she smiled a woman holding a small god
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 19:15:00 +0000