Olive smelled the stones I brought from the ocean and hopped into my travel bag. I wonder if the starlings left while we were gone. I had two hellrides on uber trying to get out of town. One hot ratty ride with Olive panting and pooping in her crate, then on the way to the airport with no english in pouring rain going in circles until I yelled stop and jumped out at an animal hospital to call another car. From then everything worked like magic though it was a sad time a time of dying, and I tuned into the immediate and out of the world.