Fox Chase / Woodland Station

by Tim Gilmore, 7/18/2012

Suburban subdivision. No foxes. No woodland. No chases. No station in the no-woodlands. On a green plastic patio chair on the back deck, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back and a “brown, little ordinary bird,” as she later called it, fell out of a tree and landed on her chest. She said, “Ack, a bird!”