As Luck Would Have It

A small drama plays out by the lake

The young, great blue heron seemed to have landed on the wrong side of the fenced enclosure. Waggling is rear feathers and nipping at a bug or two under the fluffy new growth by his wing, he pretended to have done it on purpose. However, his nonchalance soon appeared to be a farce, as he paced along the perimeter, looking for an opening. Slowly, he walked, occasionally stopping between posts to exit, only to realize that his containment persisted. Rounding back the fourth time, his frustration grew. The ducks on the far side of the water seemed to have no troubles, and splashed happily in the morning sun.

As the young heron approached the bank closest to the water, a soggy opportunist made his move, and in a rush of scale and jaw, the attack was thwarted by the very source of the heron's frustration. The skulking alligator retreated to the shadowed depths, and the youth lazily flew away to seek his fish elsewhere.

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[barleygirl]

Thanks again for reaching out & I hope you & your loved ones are doing well in the midst of everything that's swirling around to endanger folks these days. I see you posted a few things in March & April, but nothing since, & I hope you'll be back in a steady way soon. This snippet is remarkable to me becuz of how much you convey with such a brief tale. I'm seeing here a bird that could fly & be free from the restraints, but for some reason he doesn't. This is true of human nature, how we forget we can fly, so we hobble around looking for freedom & we get attacked or eaten by predators. We can never forget that we have the ability to fly! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie