We were cycling today (Robb's most recent doctor's report instructs him to do this three times a week), and I shot off this photo. Without being too horribly corny, I have to say that I liked the contrast between the bird of peace (or in this case, the bird of mourning) and the razor wire. Maybe, there's a lesson in here somewhere about learning to balance.
Or maybe, like this spunky footless bird, you lose a piece of yourself, and you just adapt and keep going.
Oh, who knows?
Maybe the lesson is about finding a joy in simple activities.