i was chasing this poor creature all around martin place.
it would flutter for a bit, get tired, rest for 1 second, the repeat the process. i guess that it really did not like the taste of the ground, since it repeated the process until it found this leaf, where it stopped and posed for me for a couple of minutes.
thank you
what happens to newspapers that aren’t sold?
are they collected in a timely manner, recycled appropriately, made afresh into new pages that will bring the news of the future?
are they left to rot in dirty corners, letting the wind pick them up, fly away, turn into a soggy mess?
or is it something in between?