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Under the Eaves, the Swallow is Resting
Jun. 13th, 2018 12:49 amIt is not, really, every single day that you see politics generate more drama than the furry fandom, but this seems to have been one of them. The satisfaction is upon me.
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So, driving to visit my mom for her birthday. About a mile and a half before I got to her house, I saw a fledgling bird in the road, sitting exactly on the centreline. It was something big and grey-black, maybe a grackle. Anyway, I drove past, without stopping to shoo him out of the road, then felt guilty for not helping him, but didn't go back.
Then, about half an hour later, I went with mom to help her pick out a new laptop (she actually ended up with one of those HP ones that convert from laptop to tablet). I looked as we passed the spot - no smashed bird in the road or on the side, so that worked out okay.
Later, as we were returning from the store, at that exact same spot there was some sort of a land turtle in the road, exactly on the centreline. Exactly. That very same spot. I got mom to turn around, and I carried him across the road to where he looked to be headed (a corn field by a creek). He was a big turtle, seven or eight pounds at least, and some sort of actual land turtle, not one of the box tortoises you commonly see here. Not any kind of snapper that I recognized, although he certainly hissed like one when I picked him up (and I picked him up from way back on the shell, just in case). As we turned back around on an access road to a field, right there sitting on a wooden fence just calmly watching us was a cock bluebird, which you almost never see around here, and which are generally spooky around humans to begin with.
When I was young, I was very much a materialist and a rationalist, but the older I get, and the more I see, the more I tend to believe that there's some sort of meaning underlying certain (if not most, or even all) events, and tying them together.
*****
So, driving to visit my mom for her birthday. About a mile and a half before I got to her house, I saw a fledgling bird in the road, sitting exactly on the centreline. It was something big and grey-black, maybe a grackle. Anyway, I drove past, without stopping to shoo him out of the road, then felt guilty for not helping him, but didn't go back.
Then, about half an hour later, I went with mom to help her pick out a new laptop (she actually ended up with one of those HP ones that convert from laptop to tablet). I looked as we passed the spot - no smashed bird in the road or on the side, so that worked out okay.
Later, as we were returning from the store, at that exact same spot there was some sort of a land turtle in the road, exactly on the centreline. Exactly. That very same spot. I got mom to turn around, and I carried him across the road to where he looked to be headed (a corn field by a creek). He was a big turtle, seven or eight pounds at least, and some sort of actual land turtle, not one of the box tortoises you commonly see here. Not any kind of snapper that I recognized, although he certainly hissed like one when I picked him up (and I picked him up from way back on the shell, just in case). As we turned back around on an access road to a field, right there sitting on a wooden fence just calmly watching us was a cock bluebird, which you almost never see around here, and which are generally spooky around humans to begin with.
When I was young, I was very much a materialist and a rationalist, but the older I get, and the more I see, the more I tend to believe that there's some sort of meaning underlying certain (if not most, or even all) events, and tying them together.
