be all right
I can’t help but worry. I’ve watched them gather materials, build the cradle, nurture and fiercely protect their babies. Only to be sent out to a cruel world.
On yesterday’s walk my heart broke yet again-the fields were being plowed. The fields where my Red-wings and Bobolinks build their families.
I am hoping the fledglings were strong enough to take flight.
July, a summer day
encaustic mixed media on panel
8 1/2x11in, copyright Jan Yates 2014