Little Maggie

Long-legged and speckled and cherished, little Maggie worked the woods and fields with the single-minded conviction of a wild prophetess. On a sharp nose and soft mouth she was indeed sent by the God of Abraham to produce panicked wings, all hell-bent skyward.

Now she is skyward.

I hope she has summer pastures to bounce in, plenty of muddy water to swim in endless circles, frosty coverts full of wild bird scent, and that she still thinks of daddy sometimes.