I saw this poor little guy near the shoe store on Monday. It appeared he’d just gotten tired of flying and passed on to dragonfly heaven.
I sincerely hope he’s in a better place. What should I call this one? How about, “Four Wings and a Prayer”?
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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Was he really dead?
I had a moth sitting inside my screen door frame for who knows how many days. When I finally discovered it by accident I assumed that I must have crushed it with the door at some point. A little nudge to it’s backside and off it flew. Apparently he was happy in his little space and had no need to leave it when the door would open!
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If this guy wasn’t dead he deserves an academy award. I picked him up. He was a goner.
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Sounds good. I opened the door this morning to a dead bird. I just hope it is not gonna be called… a cat has left an offering…
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Oh dear! A dead bird on Friday the 13th! Gotta mean something. 😉
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Yeah… I did kind of think that ….
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Love your title!
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