Early in the morning, before the revealing light of full sun, the birds begin the day posturing for food. It's survival. In the very same waters, the alligator postures himself, too, for the search for food. Hmmm... I know he likes turtles, and I suspect he would eat bird with a chomping zeal, but I am not certain of all his habits. Maybe "he's" a she. Anyway, I view them all as having a certain fearlessness and focus on essentials. I wonder if water fowl tell gator stories to each other before bedtime to heighten their defenses. I wonder if they watch the news through neighboring windows, viewing pictures of sandhill cranes senselessly smashed on Narcoossee Road and shake their feathers and shutter in dismay. Maybe they play birdeo games where ducks shoot hunters and track gators through the marsh.
After all, without those things, life would be dull and boring. Birds would only have natural pursuits and natural beauty and ordinary survival adventures to keep them psyched. They would only have the safety of the flock and the newness of first flight to give life zeal. They would only focus on the essentials of their kind and be courageous in their daily quests. Oh, wait, maybe they are all of those things. Hmmm...I need to study them further. I only speak as an observer, not an expert. Real fear hides in the bushes for the birds, but even then, they are instinctively aware but not stymied by it. They do not appear to wallow in it as we do. Maybe we can learn from them.
I know people who wear fear on their sleeves so clearly it's palpitating. Others package it in anger. I am working on my "fearless" badge, but it still crops up, unexpectedly. My fear hides in bushes, too, but I am flushing it out. I hope to model after the birds, maybe not as they are "scientifically" but as I observe them. I find them fearless.
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