received by love

My brother in law died Sunday. It wasn’t unexpected. He’d been ill for years. But we also used to joke about his nine — or ninety — lives and how he seemed to escape death’s clutches over and over, so even in the last days there was some uncertainty.

spirit comes in feathers

"... What, after all, would be banging on the window on a quiet street at midnight? Brad opened the front door a few inches, peeked out,  and suddenly there was a wild onslaught of  heavy feathered body and flapping wings. A "really big" bird hurtled through the few inches of opening and shot into the house."