I just came back from a nature walk and decided to publish a post as I missed yesterday due to the holiday. Happy belated Easter/20th of April!
Nature has been behaving oddly around me lately. I mean, I know it’s Spring but between the duck triangle that ended with a forced pregnancy and two butterflies flying around stuck to each other, I’m not even surprised I now have African Geese Gang problems.
Everyday, they sit atop the Floridian equivalent of mountains patrolling the lakes and daring anyone to come near. They look like they belong on a rap album cover as the cliche goes. Enormous and intimidating, they dead-eye you as you walk by and make you think twice about taking a walk today. Yay.
But screw them. The last two times I took a walk with my broomstick I figured if I needed to, I’d just ninja my way out. Easy. All I did do was not look them in the eye and give them a wide berth instead, but it worked. 🙂
Today though, I was brave enough to go for a normal walk without a weapon, but fear not: The Fantastic A-holes were not there. Great! I could walk and listen to my music like a soundtrack playing to my own movie in peace.
I go about my walk getting lost in my music when I see baby a-holes.
I yelped but I guess they’re not full a-holes yet. Amazing. I continue on my lovely walk and then spot dead baby ducklings. It was them. I just know it. I press on because I won’t let a-holes or geese stop me.
On my way back, I see a group of ducks making their way to the scene of the tragedy. I assumed they were probably here for their service.
As I walked by them, I asked one of them if they would consent to a photo and told them I was sorry for their loss.
After thanking Franklin and giving him my condolences, I left ready to give them their space and end this walk, so I made my way towards the hills these African Geese Gangs have claimed as territory and decided to climb them. Not just for me, but for those poor ducklings we lost due to senseless violence.
As I climbed to the top and took in the view, I found an adult duck destroyed where the AGG normally stands. Another victim. I, of course, paid them my respects, but persevered towards the next hill. I can’t afford them coming back; I don’t have my broom today.
As I launched up that second and final hill and finally made it out of that park, I left knowing I would probably have to face the AGG again. Maybe not today, maybe tomorrow, but they would be back and so would I. They may continue to line the hills with dead ducks like heads on pikes in front of their made-up castle, but I will be back.
A-holes or not, you have to do what’s right for you. Right for everyone.
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