Paradox

It was one of those moments. I was in the garden, and it was serene: blue sky, no traffic on the country road, a slight breeze rustling the poplar leaves. Idyllic.

Out of the corner of my eye, a black streak. A blackbird out of our apple tree, a robbed baby bird in its beak.

Talk about a nature world buzz kill. Must be the beauty and the necessary cruelty of nature.