Today’s Word Bohemia Challenge. I’m all caught up!
“Feckin’ crows have my heart broke,” my father said, watching as the birds swooped and swerved around the tractor.
“They’re not crows, though,” I said.
“Ah what are you on about?” he growled. “What else could it be?”
I glanced around. The white birds, cooing to each other as they landed in the field. The sun shone on their backs, making their white feathers dazzle.
“Doves, dad,” I said.
My father’s face collapsed. He stopped the tractor and reached over my seat to where the seeds lay, tucked in by my legs.
“‘Seeds of peace’,” he read. “Typical. It was supposed to be fecking barley!”