Flustered: a haven for birds. Rocks piled in the middle of a stormy sea. Sparse grasses clustered by a few fresh water ponds. Birds nest in the rocks or in the branches of madrone trees hanging over the ocean, red bark curled and peeling. Gulls and terns flock through the air. Geese and swans waddle over rocks. Vegetarian snakes and foxes hide in the grass. Ibis and herons stalk through the ponds. Turtles and toads sit upon logs and lily pads.
Flocks of birds startled by winds rise. Feathers and feces drop onto the rocks. Curious sailors come near, but there is no safe place to land ships. They see the rising flocks and swirling birds.
“There must be something over there,” sailors think. “To save us from the boredom of days at sea.”
But there are only rocks and birds and slithering, stalking creatures who eat leaves, not eggs nor fuzz-covered ducklings. Feathers float out to sea away from the rocks.
About Emotion 365: Everyday a New Land of Emotion
“There must be something over there,” sailors think. “To save us from the boredom of days at sea.”
But there are only rocks and birds and slithering, stalking creatures who eat leaves, not eggs nor fuzz-covered ducklings. Feathers float out to sea away from the rocks.
About Emotion 365: Everyday a New Land of Emotion
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