Duck season! Wabbit season! Duck season…..
“So I just quit my job to pursue my writing career full time kinda scary but I’m having faith in my talent and actually you were one of the people that inspired me to chase my dreams – truth.”
I was told this last night by a friend of mine. I hadn’t heard from her in a bit, but I was instantly glad I have two hands. On one hand I was really glad for her, and I hoped she has nothing but good luck. On the other hand, there was an instant and hard hitting feeling of guilt. In my own eyes, I have done nothing with my life, and deal with a constant sense of failure. It forces me to get out of the bed most days, so I guess it works. To help with her quest, I gave her the information of a close friend who is a writer, hoping she might offer any information that she has. I also plan to give her the information for another writer the next time I talk to her.
Earlier in the week I was out in the country-side enjoying the weather, and my bicycle. I was lost in my thought pedaling along fairly happily. Then I had my pace ruined when I had to stop for a row of ducks crossing the road. About thirty or so ducks, leaving one farm and heading to another. On a mission it seemed.
Normally large groups of birds tend to ignore me.
Except of course for today. I found out there is a “Do not feed the birds,” sign out behind the library for a reason. It was an odd sight to round the corner heading to the back of the library only to quickly find myself crowded by birds. There were lots of them. More than I could get into frame at once, and they seemed ok with me digging into my bag to dig out my camera. So they deal with people all the time
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