“Granny, you mean right now?
“I do.
“Well, all right then, let’s get goin’.”
We trundled out to car. I got her nestled into front seat, scooted round, and got in too. Just then, birds made a bombing run on windshield.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” I turned on the wipers and wash; that just made it a washed white smear.
“Good Lord!
“William, they sing for some people.”
This is so lovely! It reminds me of the poem "Birdfoot's Grampa" by Joseph Bruchac. You can find it here: http://owlibrary.wordpress.com/2008/03/28/birdfoots-grampa/ and in other places online.
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