Spring and summer in the country.
The beautiful butterflies flutter about, laying eggs on everything that will sit still for it, eggs which will hatch into very hungry caterpillars that will eat the socks off your best veg.
The sweet birds flit about, singing their songs, getting into rumbles with the squirrels over the sunflower seeds, adding brilliant color and the miracle of flight to our humdrum, earthbound lives.
Well, let me tell you: It takes nerves of steel to live in the country. Because this.
Birds be all like, “I know how you feel about them caterpillars, so I ate the caterpillar bits and saved the bling for you. You’re welcome.”
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies on a plate of vegan goodness so delicious I forgot there wasn’t any meat.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Which would you rather have, if you had to choose: birds or butterflies? Why?