the wildlife center's founder poked her head in the treatment room. "we have an eighty-nine-year-old volunteer. all she can do is chop vegetables. do you have something for her?" "sure," one of the rehabbers replied. "she can quarter fresh blueberries for the songbirds." we wiped down and disinfected the table on which we'd been feeding seeds and puppy chow to fledgling pigeons and assembled a station for the volunteer, who planted her feet and prepped enough blueberries for every little bird in our flyway and the tri-state area.


LPC said...

Ooof. Almost unbearably sweet.

Erin said...