By Phyllis Galowitz
There’s a dead grouse lying in the grass about twenty feet from the glass doors in the kitchen. He’s lying on his back, his legs in the air, and his body in perfect condition.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE BIRD KIND
By Carol Bobley
As my eyes were adjusting to the darkness of the unlit room, I was startled by a sudden rustling and then a terrifying, flapping and banging. In one surreal moment, I saw shards of glass all over the floor and before I could make sense out of what was happening, the metal napkin holder on our kitchen table went flying to the other side of the room!