Overwhelmed
This isn't a complaint. It isn't a drawn out whine. It is a factual statement. Our designated parking spot places our car beneath a tree. Each spring pollen encapsulates the car in a yellow shroud. Occasionally red staining buds fall on the car hood and then bake in the sun.
Recently another annoyance entered the fray. Large birds fly overhead or they inhabit nests in trees in the vicinity of our car. Our blue Subaru unknowingly hunkers down in a flight path.
Our car hood endures daily splatter. These spots aren't the nickel variety. They are half dollar size. Perhaps they belong to the wild turkeys who parade about without a care in the world.
This isn't a complaint. When the wild turkey population dwindled to 30,000 and a concerted effort to reintroduce the wild turkey began, no one knew the end result. Imagine seven million wild turkeys.
Now some of those seven million are flying overhead.
Recently another annoyance entered the fray. Large birds fly overhead or they inhabit nests in trees in the vicinity of our car. Our blue Subaru unknowingly hunkers down in a flight path.
Our car hood endures daily splatter. These spots aren't the nickel variety. They are half dollar size. Perhaps they belong to the wild turkeys who parade about without a care in the world.
This isn't a complaint. When the wild turkey population dwindled to 30,000 and a concerted effort to reintroduce the wild turkey began, no one knew the end result. Imagine seven million wild turkeys.
Now some of those seven million are flying overhead.
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