feeding frenzy
The swamp down the road from us has dried up on one side, leaving small puddles filled with frantic fish and no escape.
For the birds, herons and turkey vultures and seagulls alike, it is a smorgasbord.
For photographers, it has been a gift.
This is the second time in the past 10 years this has happened. Heat and drought adding up to evaporation.
The food chain forming its own long necklace of death, and life.
I walk down the road and watch it happen without knowing why. Herons by the handful when usually, seeing one is a gift. Vultures making beautiful tracks across the sky, too far away to reveal their own ugliness.
And all the while, little fish, swimming their way towards nowhere.
August 30th, 2012 at 10:00 am
You evoke the scene so well, and mine the depths of the philosophical and metaphorical veins. The silhouettes of the vultures and the little fish swimming nowhere particularly resonated. I love Thoreau but always remember how his view of nature was so shaken by a storm. It is hard not to project our value system on what we observe.
August 30th, 2012 at 11:01 am
never disappointed when stopping by your musings.
August 30th, 2012 at 3:55 pm
funny {or sadly} how lately i’ve been feeling just like that….”swimming my way towards nowhere”……xo
August 30th, 2012 at 7:42 pm
Everyone has been affected by this weather.
August 31st, 2012 at 10:19 am
the food chain is often not a pleasant one to
witness, yet it is there.
‘long necklace of death and life’. death gives to life. i generally don’t think of it that way.
beautiful, Mrs. M.
infond thoughts, tilda