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Feathers Flying
Waiting for the chicken to finish
up on the grill I was surprised to see a lone black and gray feather floating
through the evening sky. I smiled as it brought back memories of a
similar lone feather in one of my favorite movies, Forrest Gump. Just as
I took a moment to think about where it could have come from I was greeted with
another feather, and then another, and another, and suddenly feathers were
everywhere.
I was flummoxed. My head bobbed
back and forth, up and down, and all around, looking for clues.
Above me, perched on the branch
of a large oak tree I spotted the source. A hawk was busy poking, pulling
and tearing at something. He was digging into something very tasty and as
he did the feathers were flying.
My stomach did a little turn, I
grabbed the tongs and took my own dinner off the grill and headed inside.
Oh my, what a surprise! I can see you now...happily grilling, and then the hawk....the feathers....no wonder you quickly took your dinner inside. Jackie http://familytrove.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteWhat an authentic slice! I can just imagine your surprise. I love your use of the word flummoxed and how you grabbed your bird and headed inside. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteYou have to love some good food irony! I love that you and the hawk were both feasting on birds. I can picture your head bobbing back and forth, much like a chicken, looking for the source. Great slice, Mary!
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