February 23: Flash Fiction Challenge

Thanks Charli! Check out this week’s prompt here:
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February 23, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a migration story. It can imagine the dusty or arctic trails of the frontiers past or look to the travel across the galaxy. What issue about modern migration bans might influence an artistic expression in a flash? Migrate where the prompt leads you.

This is a personal experience every year, which never ceases to amaze me.

23rd-febThey come in their hundreds, if not thousands.
Families, young adults, those seeking a mate, returning to the same grounds year after year by instinct.
They travel up to 200 miles a day, with a maximum speed of 35 mph, to arrive in April / May and depart in September / October.
Not for them the comforts of planes, centrally heated homes, and an endless food supply in the freezer.
I’ll be here to photograph their presence, listen to their chatter, and marvel at their sky aerobics.
We shall also have our mops and buckets ready to wash away the swallow bird poo.

2014 swallows 1 swallows am 11 6

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About pensitivity101

Retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination, loves to cook, favourite food everything especially chocolate and jelly babies. Best friends are Hubby and Dog, Bro, MSM and our Dominoes Friend aka MOH (and his dog). Also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours but times change and we are once again house hunting.
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3 Responses to February 23: Flash Fiction Challenge

  1. Charli Mills says:

    Oh, I learned to love the migration when I lived on Elmira Pond in north Idaho! At first I was terrible at identifying the birds and water fowl, but by year 4 I had identities and migrations down. Tree swallows were among my favorite. But the barn swallows and I battled over the two porches each year. I told them they could build anywhere but there! Thanks for sharing this memory of aerobics and poo!

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