It’s Murder, I Tell Ya!

ALL MORNING I HAVE BEEN TRYING to decide what to write about today. I couldn’t think of anything other than getting the laundry done and what to have for lunch. Not exactly topics of great fascination for me and I’m sure even less for you. So, I scooped up my computer and headed down the street to the nearby Chapel of St. Arbucks. St. Arbuck – the patron saint of jittery people.

On the way down an idea landed right in front of me. Actually, about twenty ideas landed – some crows were disassembling a squirrel.