I discovered a murder scene, but I was a suspicious even before I saw the evidence. It started with the creepy guy standing just out of sight from the parking lot. He had a dog, and that's usually a good sign. A villain wouldn't have a yellow lab, right? I saw him immediately, but I had to do other things for several minutes. When I returned, creepy guy was still there. I decided to take my walk anyway. My 69-year-old girlfriend boasted about biking 60 miles in 3 days and I feel like I'd better get some regular exercise too so I'll be able to keep up with her in 20 years.
The first murder evidence I spotted was a small black feather. It could've been a baby feather, but it's too late in the year for babies. A chest feather then. Suspicious. Birds don't pluck out chest feathers in fall for nests. I'd just spotted the next bit of evidence when a woman jogged through the crime scene. A black wing feather with a white shaft. Hmm. Not a crow then. The chest feather should've been red if it were a robin.
I decided to look for evidence of the murderer. Yeah, yeah it's against state law to have raptor feathers, but a hawk feather would look nice on my hat.
I found a broken egg. The mystery deepened. Maybe that bird did make a nest? No, don't be ridiculous. The victim was a songbird. This egg was large and white. A duck? A chicken. Well! The mystery continues. I prodded the shell. It was clean inside, so it wasn't like it fell from a tree with a baby inside. The feathers were lightly resting on top of the newly dressed trail, so the murder couldn't have happened long before. It seemed unlikely varmints would've had the time to eat the egg, and the egg was crushed without evidence of egg on the ground.
I stood up and put on my pondering face when I spotted the second egg a few feet away. I found 3 eggshells in all, no egg contents, 2 more black feathers, no hawk feathers, and a highly edible mushroom.
The cross-country boy jogged past me for the second time. I decided I'd dawdled long enough at the bottom of the steep hill I'd been dreading and resumed hiking. The teenaged boy passed me again by the time I'd been up the hill around the loop and back to the murder scene. The evidence was gone.
I only saw 4 people in the park. Cross-country boy, woman jogger, creepy guy, and an old guy who was walking kind of lopsided. None of them looked particularly murderous.
I did discover what creepy guy was doing though. He was gone when I got back to where I'd seen him, but I could see what he was looking at through the thin screen of trees -- high school girls in short shorts playing soccer. You just can't trust some people, even with a yellow lab. I called the cops and told them to keep an eye out for him. I didn't mention the murder.
As if the various food items above weren't enough for this week's IF word, I finally finished my latest painting!! Woo hoo! YAY!!! This one was a struggle mentally, emotionally, and artistically and I'm feeling the joy of accomplishment. It even fits this week's prompt as it not only has an apple, it includes beer, sage, a pig, Pepsi, herbal vinegar, Blue Gill, and a filet knife. Figure that all out as you see fit :)