NUMBER THREE...

Two weeks ago Andy decided to wash all the windows in our apartment. Maybe it's the clean windows, maybe it's the cloudy skies, or maybe it's a combination of the two... but in the past two weeks we have had three little finches... well... expire. I won't bother you with a gruesome picture, but yesterday was number three

Like a hunting dog, our kitten barks to alert us that there is something outside. Lo and behold, there is a greasy mark on the glass door, with little, downy feathers stuck to it, and a poor little bird lying lifeless on the deck.

I'm no animal rights activist, and of all the animals in the world I'm not particularly fond of birds, but it makes me sad to see any animal dead. If there are animals in heaven, I'll be glad to see them conquer death as well. Even the birds.

Not that I don't enjoy eating meat, but I could live quite a while without it. My husband sometimes accuses me of trying to make him a vegetarian. I don't do it on purpose; truly, sometimes I don't even think about it. I love a big pile of veggies and pasta for dinner with fruit, espresso, and biscotti for dessert.

I digress. Be assured - I take no delight in the death of any of God's creatures.