It is true that all good things come to an end. They simply must. Otherwise, bad things will happen. And then, we will be running around, as though fire ants were snacking on our brain tissues, wondering where it all went wrong.
I haven’t connected with waterbirds like I have with the rest. Flamingos have been the only true exception. And that’s because they look like long-legged milkshakes. I can only assume it has to do with the presence of waterbirds in large numbers in and around my city. Even before I had started birding, I used to see them in familiar areas – Pelicans, Herons, Egrets and Darters.
While they have won me over with their incredible ways, we still remain a bit distant. Not that these pescetarians should care, but it bothers me that there lies a disconnect. Like water, we should ebb and flow. Without inhibitions about our capacities to give and receive love. Now this is no reason to listen to me talk on SoundCloud again. These things just happen.