My main Objective when I started Blogging was to write Blogs about safe Driving. It wasn’t long before I realized that there is just so much you could say about People’s poor Driving Habits before it becomes old News. I have always admired a good Fiction, then it darned on me that I could fill in the Void with Fiction Blogs. I have always admired Birds and Envied them for their Freedom. They have always been attracted to my calmness and serenity and have allowed me to me to get very close to them when I am Photographing them. Like the time when several hundred Cardinals surrounded me and I panicked and chased them away, blowing the greatest Photo Shoot of my Life. This is my very first Fictional Blog about Birds, written three years ago. The Human Characters were made Fictional to protect their identity.
He was a majestic Sea Bird, a natural born Fisherman and Hunter. Why his Mother choose to hatch her eggs in the Branches of a Palm Tree far inland behooves me. Nonetheless this is where Feathers was born, like any other Suckling in early development they are dependent on the nourishment Mother provides. So much to the point of dependency, when his time came to leave the Roost and test his graceful Wings. Feathers had developed Inertia /entitlement, an attitude that if ma was going to do all this hunting and Fishing for me, why should I even bother to learn how to fly, fish and hunt for myself, if she enjoys pampering me, so be it.
Feathers had developed a privileged character mentality, he choose not to be a go getter not realizing that what Mother was doing was preparing him for his first Flight and his first Hunt. That is what Mothers do they prep their Kids to do for themselves the things in life they need to survive . He was defiant about leaving the Roost, he didn’t realize that Mother wasn’t always going to be there for him, and the responsibility of fending for himself, and taking his life to the next level was his Job. A lot of people posses the same trait as Feathers, and are defiant about accepting responsibilities. Even the responsibility of fending for themselves, taking on challenges and moving out of the comfort zone.
I once knew a Man who held a Degree in Graphic Arts, when he graduated the job market was overwhelmed with an overabundance of Graphic Artists. After a year or more of pounding the Pavement and filing applications, he threw the Towel in and decided that he would never land a position in his chosen field. He choose to settle for mediocrity, he took many menial jobs so he could eat. He became a Parent along the way, now he was locked in, his dream of seeing his skills come into fruition was now buried in complacency. This Guy had no Tenacity, no continuity or Drive, he was willing to throw away years of learning and dreams to drive a Taxi. All because he had developed a Defeatist Mentality early in Life. I guess he had never heard the story about the three Miners, who spent their lives mining for Gold, one day they unanimously decided that they were never going to find Gold. They agreed that they were wasting their time.
They sold their Claims, sold their Tools and took jobs as Farm hands. The new owners took possession of the Mine, hammered at the Rocks for three hours and found one of the richest Vein within three feet of where the original owners decided to quit. Moral, never give up on your Dreams, never develop a Feathers Mentality of complacency. All through my Life I have met many defeated people who showed me that being a Defeatist was to clip your own Wings. When I worked on Wall Street I met a Gifted young Man working as a Clerk, Tom and I became friends he was Opinionated as myself, during our many talks we discussed many things including why he was working as a Clerk and not in his chosen Profession as an Artist with the Talent he possessed. He related to me that years ago he developed a Cartoon, submitted it to a Famous Actor who pirated his creation and made it World famous, leaving him in the cold. A lot of his work are featured in many of my Blogs, I will let you be the Judge, did he clipped his own Wings or did the Crooked Actor.
Getting back to poor Feathers who refused to stand on his own two feet, better yet fly with his own two wings. Personally I could not wait to fly, I started working at fifteen worked straight through HS I can’t explain the immense feeling of self gratification, a fifteen year old bringing money home to supplement a single Mom’s income and dressing better than my Teachers . One stormy day Feathers Mom went out fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, the weather took a turn for the worse, visibility was poor she got lost and never found her way back to the Palm Tree they called Home. Feathers was now in a bind sink or swim, better yet fly or die. He chose neither. He dropped himself down from the Tree in a lush Hedge to feather his falling, beneath the Hedges were a colony of small Lizards, that was easy pickings for him, and that was where he spent the rest of the his life. Instead of feasting on salmon and the likes, he chose easy pickings.
Moral, you can make Chicken Salad out of your Life, or Chicken Shit, The choice is yours.