Ruby
RUBY
In the midst of a bustling congregation of avian beings, a single flamingo stood apart, its plumage a striking blend of crimson, red, and pink.
It was a morning brimming with activity. Flamingoes, gulls, and countless other species had flocked to the area, drawn by the dawning of a new day. The river's currents swirled and twisted alongside the main stream, luring in shoals of young fish and other aquatic creatures with their rhythmic dance. The ebb and flow of tides created a tapestry of movement, providing a veritable feast for the birds. They rose and fell, following their own instinctual feeding patterns. Through the shifting mists, the flamingoes waded, joining forces in their quest for a menu teeming with passing algae, minute crustaceans, larvae, and the myriad of flora and fauna that thrived in the shallow waters.
Amidst this bustling avian congregation, one flamingo stood tall and statuesque. Its vibrant pink-red hue spoke volumes of a diet rich in algae and shrimp. With deliberate steps, it traversed the spaces between its feathered companions and found itself in a gap where the mist had momentarily cleared, allowing the emerging light to envelop its beauty and provide a striking contrast. In that fleeting instant, the flamingo paused, sensing my presence. It cast a gaze in my direction before resuming its journey, merging back into the frenzied crowd nearby.
There are mornings where life seems lackluster, where the setting paints a dull portrait of existence. And then, there are mornings like this one. Mornings that breathe life into the world, where the breeze carries a crisper edge, the activity takes on a heightened energy, and every passing moment is adorned with subtle shifts in shadows and the graceful movements of those who take center stage. In these moments, I find myself thriving in the unanticipated pleasure of surprise.
Welcome to our feathered friends, with their flights of fancy, twitchers' delight, and the lightest touch.
Ever-present in our lives, birds fill the skies, settle in tree branches, and thrive on the ground. Their movements fill us with delight and awe; their silence is broken by delightful songs or anxious craws. This collection celebrates these moments in time with our feathered friends.
