Fly away

Clarks Nutcracker
Clarks Nutcracker

This is how I got here. I landed in this new valley they call “Hyalite”. At first I wasn’t impressed but when does one get the real story upon first glance. And that was the problem. I couldn’t see around. I lite upon a branch to check out my surroundings.

Looking for seeds?
Looking for seeds?

Lucky for me I found the very bird I was here to see. Hcir, a bird that knows his way around had invited me to stay at his nest. And to “try out” for the latest job position. As the valley nut counter. And just like that Hcir appeared on the ground in front of me. He was doing his job as a nut and seed inspector. It was his job to make sure there were no rogue or poisonous nuts planted by the Cottonwood Gang. A notorious gang of Robins that hung out in the valley across the ridge.

Looking at the receding snow-line
Looking at the receding snow-line

I wanted to tweet out but knew he was busy. Besides my interview was about to start. I followed the directions to the meeting spot. Red cabin off the south end of the porch at “the bush”. Seems weird but good enough for a bird … right? I met up with Ellehcim who briefed me on the position and all that good stuff.

Bush communication
Bush communication

In the end I got the job. Now I am officially a nut counter. And since then the skies have cleared enough for me to realize that this is indeed a beautiful place. I think I like it here. But I am busy counting nuts … argh.

A robin in Hyalite
A robin in Hyalite

Then one day a robin flew in and took the place over. And it changed my job title to seed inventory specialist. I really don’t like seeds … I prefer nuts. So have decided to just count seeds until I can make new plans. I mean can we really trust robins anyway?

Road runner ... I think not
Road runner … I think not

Just this morning the robin was nowhere to be seen. It was last seen running from a cougar. And now I wonder why I fretted so much about wanting to count nuts. I mean who cares. In the end life is so fragile. Really life is just to short to count anyway. It is one’s surroundings that matter. Fly away … and play.

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