Observation Site Two Day Three

The next site was directly out of a birdy mystery novel.  It was carnage.

The forest floor, drowning in crunching pine needles and cones, was littered with evidence. . .

evidence of a murder!  Duck murder, that is.  There were enough duck feathers laying around to indicate that something bad probably went down concerning some little ducky.

Adding to the macabre air was the disconcerting sound of crows cackling just beyond the trees.

Oh, and we could also hear the road, which is a little less haunting but equally dangerous!

There was very little sunshine here so, standing beside the sad duck feathers, I shivered.