I realize I'm writing an awful lot about birds lately. It's winter and I live in Florida so birds are a major part of the landscape during these months.
I've moved within walking distance of the Emerald City and all it's glory. About a week ago, a tornado came within a half mile of our home, tearing down fences and trees. Our house was spared but I'm still searching for those ruby slippers. There has to be a dead witch around here somewhere, I'm sure of it. As part of the recent once in a lifetime, eleven day cold spell, many fish in the lakes have died. A constant fishy smell permeates the air and fish carcasses float in the ponds. If you need reassurance that God is real, this is it. Send in the turkey vultures. Clean up on aisle five!
The vultures swarm looking for a gourmet meal. Large black birds circle overhead for hours at a time. The sky is filled with them in every direction. Vultures are very large birds, and as I watch them overhead, an image of Dorothy in the forest with winged monkeys flying above is etched in my mind. This morning while Ginger and I were on our walk, I seriously thought that one might swoop down and and carry us off to the castle of the Wicked Witch of the West. Another would pick up Ginger. I'd scream and cry, "Don't hurt my Ginger!"
We eventually arrived back home safe and sound with a pair of gorgeous ruby red shoes on my feet and the stub of a broomstick in my hand. Ginger peeked out of the picnic basket I carried on my arm and all was right with the world.
