I see the lil critter look up at the sky sometimes, when the flock are out. I don’t think with their bum wing and broken leg they’ll ever be able to fly again.
I wonder what they think when they look up there, like that. I ain’t one for speculation, but I think they’re thinkin “Why not me?”
I think they’re wondering why they’re still here, on the ground, while everyone else flies far away, and they’re still here...














