CHAPTER 6 The Duck

Through the falling snow I could see the female Kingfisher standing on this same platform, now covered with three inches of snow. Motionless, she looked north. The last of the migratory birds to leave the area, this Kingfisher stood with her feathers fluffed against the cold as she waited for her partner, the one who had died in David’s arms weeks earlier. She and I waited in vain.

CHAPTER 5 Visitor In The Moonlight

My strongest memory is a flood of sensations that started at my head, his cheek near mine, and flowing through my body; through every vein, muscle and bone to my finger tips, to the bottom of my feet.

Chapter 4 Season of Change

One morning, while preserving high bush cranberries, I heard an explosion coming from our dining room. I ran to investigate and was just in time to see feathers drifting away in the breeze. Two distinct spots of blood and a few tiny feathers smeared the window where two birds had hit the glass at full force. I looked outside and saw David on his knees, two kingfishers cradled on his lap.....

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CHAPTER 3 Quiet Waters Run Deep

The next thing I remembered was puffing up a steam cloud five miles from home and it was getting dark. Even through my earmuffs, I could hear wolves howling nearby, probably making plans to pick off this helpless idiot.