on wings

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Scissors in one hand, hen in the other, a couple of quick snips and the wing tips swirl to the ground. Keeps ‘em from ‘flying the coop’, the farmer says. He releases the hen. She takes a moment to regain her balance, then runs to the opposite side of the pen where she flaps and clucks her objections. Isn’t it rather cruel to clip their wings, I wonder? Nah, the farmer says. It doesn’t hurt them, and ‘sides, if they don’t like it, they can leave. The farmer chuckles at the irony of his own joke and reaches for another hen.

boundless sky beckons
anticipation takes flight
gravity prevails


dVerse Haibun Monday — Complexity of Freedom

Blessed Three

So maybe I’m an overachiever. Susie Lindau’s #Blessed Project, which is aimed at inspiring us to consider the blessings in our lives, will wrap up next week. And although I’ve already counted several blessings here and here, I felt compelled to give it a third go ’round.

Here it is —  #Blessed, Part III.

I’m blessed with:

the freedom to express my individuality…

b3-individuality

plentiful sustenance…

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the opportunity to live in and learn from diversity…

b3-diversity

adequate clothing to protect me from the elements…

b3-warmth

and compassionate peers who listen without passing judgment.

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May we never run out of blessings to count.

B&W: Bird in the Bush

You can fly, but you can’t hide…

Or can you?

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Eurasian Collared Dove on top of power pole.

 

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Northern Flicker in gravel.

 

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Mallard Duck in fountain.

 

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American Robin in pine tree.

 

Okay, sometimes you really can’t hide:

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Chicken, not hiding very well behind tree. Can’t fly very well, either.


Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Hiding or Camouflaged