By Annette Rey
It’s a 97 degree day. I’m waiting at a stoplight, just exiting a superhighway. Stressed, I look to the side and see a few stray birds hopping with fervor, drinking and splashing in a small puddle of water as they ignore the horrors of man’s creations surrounding them – fumes, noise, unnatural cement surfaces, an emotionless, colorless hell. This single oasis was formed by a gash in the dry soil from the tracks of a destructive construction machine. The birds’ antics cheer me up. I am glad for them. I, like they, are thankful for little things.
My missis mum and dad have ducks. Man, they are fun. They get so happy and excited about any little thing! 🙂
So sweet. Thank you for sharing.