Song of the Sea

© Ayr/Gray

For Now

 

Mountains across, lake, across open moor

©I Goodheir

She stretched and struggled, pecking around the edges. Cradled between clumps of late season grasses, partially protected from the bitter wind, Cora stretched her damp, thin neck toward the fretful sun’s warmth. Late-born, her chances of survival were slim. Continue reading