Yep, more death

Another Sentinel-Tree checking visit and lo! and behold, the carcass of a pheasant.

Now, I know that there are always dead things around, but there seem so many and then there's the circling of the kites above me and the frequent discussions on death.

I sat with the Minerva Oak who demonstrated how she is, more of a Medea than a Minerva in this, shading out three little oak saplings. They've flourish if I died, she said. For now, though, I flourish and they die.

Right.

Let me cheer you up.