The next day I looked out and saw three males on the bush at the same time. Talk about enchantment! That little bush was alive with flying tigers. One flew off but the other two stayed around for a long time.
I miss my blue birds but I do believe the butterflies were sent to make up for their absence.
On a far different note, I submitted a humorous story to Chicken Soup for the Soul two and a half years ago and received word this month that it was accepted and will be in the November issue of CSFS, Age is Just a Number. The moral is: Never give up!
My story is called High Flying and is about me sky
diving. At age sixty. In tandem. With an instructor attached to my back. From
three miles up.
There are so many people in our writing group that have been
accepted for various issues of CSFS, that they’re called the Chicken Coop.
Well, I just gained admittance into the Coop along with another member who was
accepted for the first time. I didn’t think I cared that I wasn’t in the Coop,
but as soon as CSFS accepted my story, I found out just how much I did care.
So, wings are where it’s at right now—butterfly wings and
chicken wings.
Quote of the Day: Wings are not only for birds; they are also for minds. Toller Cranston
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