A Different Point of View

It sprang,  suddenly, from the shadows of the rocks, camouflaged by the dull colors and depth of the granite. Baring its teeth, and making itself known, the colors a blur at its excitement. But a stranger in a land of solitude, an intruder upon the coast, ignorance is bliss so that’s its excuse I suppose…

But it rushed, almost like mad, running in every direction, unpredictable as the sea; the wind in its face, and forgetting its pace, their canine came a bit too close to me.

I was scared, no doubt, but then I breathed a sigh of relief; it left as quickly as it had come, and I’m hoping that this doesn’t repeat.

And then a thud, almost a shake, as if a giant has been awakened, or is starting to stir; pebbles start to crumble; and a shadow approaches, even though it did stumble.

And then it looms, almost menacingly, to crush my home, as it gets far too close.. I try to yell but it seems to have no effect…

You see, I’m a Black Oystercatcher, and this is a human…

 

Just a twist of perspective to what I see occurring far too frequently to these amazing birds along our coasts, dealing with disturbance.