The magic is gone. For four months my days were brightened by a female pyrrhuloxia that would beg for food outside and whose tiny chirp from unseen places made the days bearable. Yesterday I found a pile of reddish feathers in the grass.
I think I know the perpetrator, a black cat with white feet that showed up several weeks ago. Haven't decided what I'm going to do. There are other cats, semi-feral, that have hung around for upwards of 10 years, that are better fed and being white are more visible; I don't think they were responsible.
Still put feed out today but now it is an empty gesture like throwing bread crumbs out at an indifferent universe. I must learn to embrce the indifference.
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