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.
