The Far Side

Nine goats chased a horse across a field of rolling hills. The horse was wearing blinders.

A wild turkey raced across the road in front of my speeding car. Thirty minutes and twenty-three miles later, another one did. Ten minutes and two-point-five miles later, two partridges waddled, quickly, across a narrow two-lane country road, braving a horrific road-kill death. Today was a good day to join the gang.

A blackbird hovered over my head for the entire stretch of pavement between the school district office and my car. I tried to throw it off by switching direction, running, walking slower. Still the low-flying torpedo-bird stalked me. Somehow, I made it out unmarked. Barely.

All in a day’s work.


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