Signed, Easily Distracted
I didn’t see any eagles at the Winter Eagle Festival. I hardly saw any birds except for the Barred Owl, Kestrel, and Red Tail Hawk that were brought to the festival in cages. I didn’t see anything because it was drizzling and considerably foggy. So on our trek with the Land Trust guides–through the mud, ice and puddles–I was beginning to feel a tad distracted.
I started doing the whole eye roll thing, something I have seen my students do upon occasion.
I walked ahead of the group. I lagged behind the group.
I fixated on rain drops teetering on the tips of grasses.
Instead of listening to the lecture about the Barn Owl’s feces (really) the guide was picking through on the grass below the nest, I became fascinated, and quite preoccupied, with this guy’s mustache–silver and wiry, bearing southeast about 1 1/2 to 2 inches, at least.
© Teresita Abad Doebley. All rights reserved 2009-2011.
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