This has been a week of horror for our area: not only the large chemical spill into the Elk River near Charleston but two much smaller (and much more quickly dealt-with) leaks at a plant just across the river from us. Like everyone else, I have felt rage and disgust and powerlessness, and someday, I will probably write about the political climate that has encouraged bad actors like the owners of "Freedom Industries." But this is a different sort of post, one hanging onto the fact that life goes on despite human stupidity and greed.
Yesterday, Mirabel the Menace spent a good bit of time staring intently out the plant window.
The object of her scrutiny was a finch, singing his little heart out from the feeder pole.
Soon, one of the resident wrens put in an appearance, and few sights are more cheering than that of a wren, with its tip-tilted tail,