The trees rustle, a call breeze is felt caressing is leaves carelessly, the sinusoid's is calm, just then, an avian of dazzling ivory springs forth against the blue sky as a new life from its maternal captor. It flats delicate and free through the air, a symbol of peace, and a point of beauty to onlookers.
BAM
The opulent figure is slain and now resembles a cherry cordial after that first exploratory bite. Never to move, never to be more then the soil on which it lies. But this isn't about the bird, is about the man who brought about these actions over 600 times.
Rob has always been a care free lad, turned genocidal and suicidal (after a few close calls with a shot gun, fence, and bug) by the harsh Uruguay jungle. Save the birds, save rob, save us all, bring back rob, sign below.