Today I came home to find Flo's body in the yard. Something had killed her between the time I was home for lunch at 1:00 and after work at 5:00. There was a pile of her feathers in the viburnum. She must have been attacked there and then brought to the yard. We think the murderer must have been a cat. Flocon de neige (snowflake) was a very quite bird. She seemed to get along with the bigger girls better than her flock mate, Screech. Stan said that white birds seem to be targets more often. I suppose they don't camouflage as well. I will have to see how Screech adjusts without her. I don't know if she will be accepted by the other birds. If not I might return her to Stan to be with her other flock mates.
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