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.
They 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.
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!
It’s wonderful, and I love to watch them.
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