Ernesto touched down in the upper branches of the scrub mesquite with a dejected sigh. As much as he might wish otherwise, his worst fears appeared to be true. Ramon and Maria had made good on their threat to leave him behind in search of better hunting grounds. They were gone.
While he was forced to admit it was becoming increasingly difficult for a self-respecting raptor to keep his stomach from rubbing his backbone in these parts, this was still his home and here he would remain. While he would miss their companionship, sometimes the lure of home trumped camaraderie.
There is something to be said about the comforts of home...how ever so humble, there's no place like it! Thank you for sharing.
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I love anthropomorphisation (did I spell that right?) and this was no exception. And I love a predator who's prepared to stick with this roots. Nice one, funny and sad.
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it has a comfortable feel, I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteGood to see Ernesto went with his (shrinking) gut and did what he feels is best for him. Well written.
ReplyDeleteMine's here: http://www.lazuli-portals.com/flash-fiction/tideline-transition
I like your take on this and I like Ernesto.
ReplyDeleteErnesto will have what remains all to himself. He should have eaten those other guys the minute they started complaining. A nice story this week.
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Doug
http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/2012/07/13/roadkill/
Home sweet home! A nice piece. Mine is here and linked: http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/07/13/fridayfictioneers-spectators/
ReplyDeleteErnesto sounds like a conservative. I like the names you chose for the birds. I can just imagine them speaking Spanish.
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Ernesto has gumption and home-turf loyalty. Let them go and have faith, Ernesto...I have a feeling your meals will be more scrumptious than theirs. And who knows. A beautiful female may fly in your direction one day to keep you company and share your pickings.
ReplyDeleteIf it is possible to write non-fiction from a bird's point of view, this felt like it. At least now there will be more for him whenever there *is* something to eat. I also liked the names.
ReplyDeleteA philosophical buzzard with little migratory instinct, I wonder which will survive, those who leave or those who stay?
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Territorial. And now he has it all to himself. To live or to die as Nature decrees.
ReplyDeleteIs it the lure of home though, or the fear of spreading his wings? Best to follow his own path anyway and take his own chances. Good luck to him!
ReplyDeleteI'm here: http://mysocalleddutchlife.wordpress.com/2012/07/13/canyon-ff-friday-the-13th-of-july-12/
I enjoy anthropomorphic tales. I don't think we can even attempt to understand the animal world with them. Otherwise we risk treating them as objects.
ReplyDeleteThis tale used wonderful imagery and to paint a vivid picture. Thanks for sharing.
OOps forgot my link
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http://tollykitsjourney.wordpress.com/2012/07/13/i-should-leave-fridayfictioneers-poem/