Hud came back from running with Zoe this morning. Misty-eyed, he cradled a small package in his hands, carried it to the garden and buried it.
He had found a mother robin on the trail. Still in her nest. Her eggs broken on her chest. A sad symbol of the deadly storms that ravaged the south these long three days.
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