Not the 16.Nov. You should not be here litle beauty, you should be south, prepairing for next years comeback!! My car could not stop on this ice coverd roads before it was to late. In the mirror I could see something lying on the road.
I stoped the car and walked back. I could see the last convulsions from this litle Redwing and feel the heat of a litle dying bird. I feel sad, you had no chance litle Redwing. YOUR song will not be heard anymore. That’s because of me.
Is it only a bird?