This image begs a story, and I have been toying with many throughout the day. It is the discarded wing which I assume once belonged to a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo. When I took it this morning, frost still crisp on the grass it rested on, I felt as though I had stumbled onto a crime scene, a private and violent happening of which I was a post mortem witness.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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Sad story indeed!
Please look at CDP's newest blog from AFGHANISTAN:
www.InnerPeaceHerat.blogspot.com
*cry*
I feel bad that I am saddened, yet oddly fascinated by these sorts of discoveries.
Yes, it is sad. It is also survival of the fittest. Hard to conceive that this poor individual did survive.
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