Same day.

On 7.24.10, I took this random picture of a dead bird in Portland, ME. On 7.24.11 in Manchester, NH, as I was sitting and reading on my lunch break, a small bird being chased by a crow flew between my feet.  He sat there for about 20 minutes, until the coast was clear and I had shouted away the crow. I felt almost dumbfounded and found something entirely admirable in his choice.

I've been trying to think of what to do with all the photos from my cell phone, maybe it lies somewhere in correlations of dates such as this.