They stand out against the
darkness of the woods. They are
stark-white birds with long legs and long, curved bills. They tend to stay gathered, no matter in
flight or feeding on the ground, they are always many and always together. I wonder at their boldness, not blending in,
unafraid of nature’s teeth. Their
concern seems only food, for the only time they do not feed is in flight, and
that is to simply hunt for the next food source.
Here's the odd thing. As I was watching these birds, there was a
brief flash of light from deep in the woods.
It almost looked like a flash from a camera, but I know for a fact the
woods back there are way too thick for anyone to be tramping around. There are thorns, tripping vines, and poison
ivy. Only once, long ago, did I venture
back there. Never again. Not to mention the various varieties of
spiders and snakes. No thank you.
Just about the time I started
second guessing myself, thinking maybe I just imagined it, a second and third
flash occurred, in the same spot. There’s
no way it is lightning. The sky is clear
with not a single cloud for miles. I
wanted to keep watching the spot to see if it happened again, but there are
other things I need to accomplish. I
picked up my phone to call my neighbor, thinking maybe he’s seeing the same
things I am, but before I finished dialing, I heard and felt a sonic boom. A few seconds later there were two more. The same number of booms as flashes. These must be connected.
Whatever it was, wasn’t enough to
scare the birds. They just keep picking
at the ground.
I’ve got to go check it out. Be right back.
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