We survived the unruly protection of the nest, There were two of us left on the final day Pushing and fighting for survival of the fittest The others died slowly and wasted away. One day we were forced to fend for each other. Pushed into flight by our parents insisting Our shining iridescent plumage glistened over As our feathers formed and became powerful wings. ~ Gliding, soaring gracefully, a bird on the move, A fully fledged miracle flying in heaven’s high. Soaring close to the clouds floating above. Survival in the folds of an unpredictable sky. Calling loudly with a natural melody Revelling in a new found freedom of spirit. A powerful instinctive natural urge to belong To the freedom of the life we were now to inherit.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Last Post on WordPress’
Go back to a blog post you always thought could be better, or were unsatisfied with – now, fix it.
( Blog post resurrected from Wednesday 6th March 2018)
This post was deficient in that there was no indication that it took place in Eastern Australia and it was lacking any photographs. I hope this has fixed those unsatisfactory problems.
I had a habit of getting up early and walking along in the local nature reserve. I went for my first walk through the natural woodland in the park with the camera, the weather was cloudy and threatening to rain, I had decided to risk a soaking. There were not many birds around to photograph, although I was aware of the usual cacophony of sound from the trees and scrub in the woods.
The first bird I came across was my old friend the brush turkey who was in the process of building a nest in exactly the same spot as he did fourteen months ago when we were here last. I shot some photographs of him hard at work and wandered along the track which was quite muddy from the incredible rainfall here of late and I was forced to turn back and retrace my steps.
On the way I was met by my friend the dog walker, a man who I had met in the same place walking his dog when we were here last. Then the rain suddenly came and I was soaked to the skin, within minutes I sheltered under some enormous Palm tree leaves and waited for it to stop. I heard a rustle behind me and I was just in time to photograph another brush turkey.
The rain stopped and I was able to continue on my way. As I was nearing home I noticed some movement in a beautiful Golden Penda tree which was in full bloom and covered with lovely yellow flowers. These trees are everywhere in this area, and they are all covered with pretty yellow blossom at this time of the year. To my surprise and delight there were several rainbow lorikeets feeding on the nectar produced by these wonderful flowers, and I quickly snapped a photograph of the lorikeets feeding, until I was noticed by the birds and they flew off.