No fight left in him anymore… I came across an old raven while out walking my dogs. He was surely old, with ruffled and ragged feathers that matched his time-worn black beak. It just didn’t seem as if he wanted…
Living On Earth – A Life of Off-Grid Minimalism
No fight left in him anymore… I came across an old raven while out walking my dogs. He was surely old, with ruffled and ragged feathers that matched his time-worn black beak. It just didn’t seem as if he wanted…