There’s a lot going on right now.  And since I can’t talk about one of these things, I figure I can’t talk about any of them because, by process of elimination, the thing I’m not talking about will become apparent.

So.  I’m not going to talk about anything that’s going on.  Nuh-uh.

Instead, I’m going to talk about my experiences with flora and fauna in the last few weeks.

I’ve  been dubbed a duck, which will come into effect two days after I return from the corn fields.  While I wasn’t overly attached to being not-a-duck, this has left me feeling a wee bit lost in the woods.

As for the corn fields, while exciting, it’s freaking me out – not just because it involves a long flight, but because it may involve birdseed in excess.

Just before I was made a duck, someone asked me if I’d like to deck myself in some new feathers and fly off with a flock of swans to play in the marsh for a bit.  I nearly fell off my perch.

Everyone admires a swan, right?  But would I have time to put on the outfit?  Would I even be able to pull off being a swan, given that I’m really more of an old crow in comparison?

After some deliberation, I decided that either I could choose to remain in my cage or fly off for a bit and see what happens in the wide open skies – even if it meant I’d have to go without birdseed for awhile, and even if it meant two large journeys in the space of a few months. 

Oddly enough, the duck scenario will aid my journey to the marsh as a swan.  Funny how some things fall into place.

And while all this has been happening, I’ve been spending some time howling in coyote’s clothing.  Pretending to be in the corn fields is an odd lead-up to actually being there.  And it’s not been without tumult, let me tell you – there’s been all manner of plague, stampede, flood, drought, and even brushfire.  But through it all, as always, howling is a joy.

Though, I’m not sure if coyotes have vocal cords, because reports are that they don’t growl – they ‘cough’.

But, as we so often do, we ask you to suspend your disbelief…

Just like I’m suspending mine at writing this crap.