Remains of the Day

Despite our best efforts to camouflage our windows, a few birds continue to hit the glass. Reflections of the surrounding trees make it look like just part of the forest.

If the birds are lucky it’s only a glancing blow. Others succumb to the impact and die — which is what happened to this ruffed grouse.

We placed her body a few feet into the bush. Within hours all that remained was the feathers.

Who benefitted from her untimely end? Foxes live nearby so perhaps their hunt for a meal was easier today.

Ruffed grouse feathers

Ruffed grouse feathers

Ruffed grouse   Bonasa umbellus



We lock eyes across the barbwire fence
Surprised at our unexpected meeting
Me on the road
You in the hay field.

I count the steps between us
We are seconds apart.

But you measure distance differently
      by guns and snares
      poison bait and pelts.

You turn and lope away.

The gap

Red fox   Vulpes vulpes