Open rescue XLVIII (July 2019)
On our way to new home for rescued animals we are driving through the night forest. Three ducks are chatting in the trunk and one duck is heavily breathing and resting on my colleague’s lap. She puts her beak in to the plastic lid with water and drinks a little bit. Then she puts her head in colleague’s hands and falls asleep.
The hell, projected out of business and indifference, those ten long white houses with tinny barn door that Luke and my close relatives opened, has 4 less inhabitants.
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