Midday watch at the cottage
Kevin returns from the shed where the shearwater chick is housed, wiping his hands on a rag. Jenny is back from the north ridge, easing herself into the porch chair with the notebook open to the pocket seven sketch. The tide is turning. The supply boat is due at high tide tomorrow. A smell of ripening fruit drifts from the woods.
The humidity is a physical weight, making the air inside the cottage feel stagnant, while the tide is steadily rising against the dock, lapping at the lower pilings.
Chick ate. Barometer's 1004. Supply boat tomorrow high tide if she shows.
walk to the kitchen, pour coffee into the tin mug, set it on the porch table beside her notebook
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Coffee's gone cold, but the chick's gone too.
apply fresh sea beet poultice to infected ankle wound
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What do you mean gone?
step off the porch, stride to the shed, pull the door open, crouch to check the box and the floor for tracks or feathers
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Gone. It flew.
close shed door after Kevin leaves, then sit heavily in porch chair beside Jenny's notebook
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.