We drove along a sandy track, skidding occasionally, but mostly riding the spoor like a ball in a bowling lane gutter. Rounding a curve, we startled a flock of pheasants. As Molefe swerved through them, they scattered, and one bounced off the grill.
Molefe braked. We both looked back. The bird fluttered weakly on the ground. Molefe ran to it, lifting it to cradle in his arms. I was moved, and reached out to touch it gently—just as he snapped its neck and tossed it in the back of the truck. That night, he roasted it over our fire.
True story, inspired by Chickadees in the Park. Photo by Michael Hall.
No comments:
Post a Comment