On birds and nature

There’s a type of bird outside in my river that disappears under the water for perhaps one, two, five minutes at a time and appears somewhere else. Occasionally when I see this bird dive down, I’ll stop from my walk to see where it’ll pop up later. It never pops up where I think it will, but eventually it does and I continue on my way.

Sometimes I feel like that bird.

Time to mend those neglected and broken fences.