The Bird

by Scott Starkey on March 25th, 2009

I went out to the cemetery around dusk to water the tree and noticed a bird sitting up there in the branches. I set up the hose running in the tree dam. I was busy cleaning up flowers, hanging a couple of ornaments in the tree, and bringing all the vases and pots over to the hose for water. When I was finished, I sat down on the ground and noticed the bird was still there. I was impressed by how calm he was. I sat there for about half an hour and the bird just watched me watching him. He was still there when I left.

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suzanne - March 27th, 2009 at 7:59 PM
there's no doubt in my mind that bird is the essence of Carson.
Stephanie - May 22nd, 2009 at 12:04 PM
I've had a similiar experience to yours. When my grandmother passed away while we attending her burial a beautiful little bird sat perched on a branch very near us. From time to time she sang but stayed there the entire time...I know my grandmother was inside that bird that day...

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