As Truman Capote wrote in his novel "In Cold Blood," "when you gotta go, you gotta go."
That's what the mockingbird in the picture above was doing when a reader passed by the old City Cemetery yesterday. The numerous anahuac trees at the campo santo are loaded with berries and flocks of birds can be seen (and heard) feasting on them and (later) using the obelisk over a grave to relieve themselves and do their business. There are also some citrus growing there now, too. We're sure that the deceased resting below (or her or his descendants) never intended their memorial obelisk to serve this purpose. But it serves the birds perfectly well, it would appear.
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This shows you that in life and Death, Chit still falls on you!
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