fiction

Bird’s Eye View

“This monitor taps into city cameras and cameras we’ve placed,” he said. “Yes, we have a camera on the roof of this building.”

He moved to the center screen. “This one shows what the gull is ‘seeing.’ It’s looking through its eyes.”

The woman remarked, “Lovely view.”

He smiled. “This last monitor is a city map that shows the gull’s location.”

She nodded.

He gestured at the controls — a joystick, keyboard, mouse, and a stylus and screen. “The gull can be maneuvered using all of these. Flight, direction, speed — all here. There are built in sensors so it won’t fly it into a fixed object like a window or building. If we want a photograph, it will be from gull’s eyes’ perspective. Just tap here.”

“Who actually operates all this?” she asked.

“I do. I’ll warn you, though — it’s pricey,” he said.

“Money is no object,” she replied.

He smiled. “In that case, let’s get started.”

She pulled out a paper. “This is our address,” she said, “and this is where he works. I want to know everywhere else that he goes.”

He studied the paper and nodded.

“Can the gull look into windows?” she asked.

“We’ve had success with first floor windows. The gull can usually perch or walk outside,” he replied.

“That’ll work,” she answered. “I’m especially interested if he goes into stores.”

“You think he’s seeing someone in a store?”

“Seeing someone?!” she scoffed. “I want to know what he’s getting me for my birthday!”


This is my submission for the Unicorn Challenge. The challenge has only two rules: 1) no more than 250 words, and 2) must be inspired by the photo prompt.

I think my bird spy camera could adapt to the locale. A crow would do well in rural America. Or the ubiquitous robin, although they are nowhere near as brazen as a gull or crow. Pigeons might do nicely in most cities. I may be on to something, right?

Life · photography

God’s Handwriting

I knew the blue heron was there because I had seen it land, settling in the mid-pasture marshy land.

Can you find the heron?

Does this help?

How about this?

As the heron flew off, I did my best to capture him in a photograph. For a moment, he was easier to see.

Charles Kingsley said,

“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful. Beauty is God’s hand-writing — a way-side sacrament; welcome it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower, and thank for it Him.”

He forgot “in every heron.”

poetry

Three Turkey Vultures

Three turkey vultures alit on the roof
Because they have no voice organs,
I really have no proof
That there was any conversation
Between them at all
Maybe a guttural hiss
Instead of other call

This imaginary dialogue then
Really didn’t occur
But for the sake of storytelling
I hope you won’t demur.

Three turkey vultures sat on the barn
One gave a sniff
“Is that carrion?”
And off that vulture flew
But he went the wrong way.
The other two just shrugged and said,
“I. D. K.”

Two turkey vultures sitting in the sun
Basking in the warmth,
Resting…
Then they heard a gun
“Is someone after us?”
One asked the other.
“I’m not taking any chances.”
And he flew off in a bother.

One lone turkey vulture slowly looked around
He was a long way up
It was a long way down
He felt a little woozy
And his head began to spin
He tipped off the roof
Then his wings kicked in

And he felt a thermal lift
Higher, higher, higher
Sitting can be fun, he thought
But I’d rather be a flier.