I followed an overhead bird, hoping for an omen, and trying my best to believe in miracles. I thought if I played the part, the part I can't play would come to fruition. Maybe a miracle will be ushered in on the wings of a hawk.
A box of seeds, Amaranth seeds, sweet potato, pinto, and black bean seeds. Moringa tree.
The ducklings are nearly grown now. I hate to think of them as food, but survival means no friendships.