Snow

 Today was the first real snow of the season. The world looks surreal, how every branch is dappled with white. The sky is a pale shade of gray.

The quail huddle in their hutch, away from the cold.

Snowflakes sprinkle down, weighing down branches.

 Against the silence of the snow, you can hear their peeping.

They heal.

Spaz himself adjusts to his new home in the greenhouse, where he can't hurt anyone. The birds doze peacefully in corners.

It's beautiful.

Clover~