Passing lanes

Sometimes participating is waiting to see what happens.

Passing lanes

 Nature cut in line and told the universe to sit tight for a minute. Then a coyote showed up, and our bald eagles took a turn for the serious. The field behind our house is duck shrapnel ridden. We found a deceased female a few blocks into the Angus walk. Death by mating I'm afraid. The universe shoved Nature out of the way and stood ground. Gary was hit by a car in front of our house. Heavy loses all around.
 New neighbors had moved into a lake house around the corner. They took down their fence, and installed sprinklers and planted things. Being the only house with no fence allowed the geese, the pekin hybrid pair, and any willing Muscovy to travel the highway of ease out into the neighborhood. Alas, the neighbors finished a new fence day before yesterday. The geese and pekins are stuck inside the lake perimeter.
 The condos on the other side of the field are doing structural upgrading to all their buildings. Scaffolding, tradesmen, trucks, baskets, hardware, parts, bricks, etc. and so forth have uprooted our normal traffic of what's left of our Tinney Creek Flock. There are other, quieter places to wait this chaos out, and so they do.
These seasonal impacts light up daydreaming in my head. Ah, to have our own 25 acres, lake, creek, and barn. I fancy that fanciful thinking. I also know better than to think 25 acres can sustain the explosion of life caused by my epic sMothering unleashed upon such a fairy tale. We'll need two goats, six chickens, two ponies, and two pigs. Otherwise what's the point?
 The turtles of Tinney Creek have introduced themselves to me. I feed them now along with our ducks. I was able to notice their big bodacious heads because there were less duck heads. The Gullfather kindly gets his mob in line. Gulls que. Who knew?
Five turtles. Two yellow sliders. Three Red. All bigger than dessert plates. All quite happy eating floating Dog Chow. Which is what the ducks eat. Dog Chow. I toss carefully so as not to sink kibble, and they eat happily. I think on Tortellini, our rescue red slider. How he ate velociraptor like in his ten gallon tank. Eating, pooping, waiting to get big enough to be released into the lake.
 Look into a turtle's eyes and you know reincarnated New York City Bagel Bakers end up as turtles. You've got to know one of those guys to know they are reincarnated turtles. If you don't, just take my word for it.
 The creek is full of flotsam and garbage. Friday I'll be walking it both sides and cleaning it out. Nature and The Universe had nothing to do with any of that. Watching Reincarnated NYC Bagel Bakers swim around Orange Crush cans is an insult.

 "Whatda hell is dat?"
 "Seems to be a can."
 "Oh. Thanks for that Captain Obvioused. The problem is it's as big as us."
 Five turtles inspect a floating aluminum can. Reincarnated.
 "It ain't right."
 "Oh. Another Captain Obvioused. What's the name of your ship? The NoShit?"
 "Maybe, that language got you here, buddy."
 "Maybe. What'd get you here?"
 "Probably that day I slotted Onion bagels in the Everything bagels, and sold them anyway."
 Four turtles turn to look at a fifth turtle.
 "That ain't right."
 "Nope. That ain't even right."
 "You tell'n me you SOLD THEM?"
 "Yeah. But only the one time."
 Turtle three looks down into the water. Staring at his new feet he's not quite sure how to use. "Okay well, then I know why I'm here."
 "Yeah. Why?" Bagel Liar Turtle inquired, pushing algae out of his face.
 "I delivered two dozen bagel to this guy, on Wall Street. I hate that street. Anyways, so I deliver two dozen poppyseed Bagels to this guy. With four jars of schmear. My mom makes the schmear. Anyways, he pays me with his credit card."
 "SO?" Potty Mouth Turtle is unimpressed.
 "Well, I added a I Hate Wall Street Fee."
 "SO?" Four turtles flounder between creek grasses.
 "Well, I added $4,000 dollars."
 "SO?!?" Four turtles tried out their four legs for swimming and turning. Turtling wasn't so bad.
 "Well, the guy didn't even notice. Kinda irritated my sensabilities. So I took a schmear jar back."
 "AND YOU'RE NOT like some sort of slug or something?" Bagel Liar snapped at a bug. Then gagged.
 "That ain't right."
 "Nope. That ain't even right."

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