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| WaterDragon |
Rising reluctantly from a walk to a jog, my eyes roam round the little bay, a sandy beach contained by grey stone faced, concrete supported seawall. My eye caught a movement in the restless water, not twenty feet from me, a slim neck protrudes from a black back floating low in the water it's narrow head turning quickly from side to side in the grey light, then with hardly an extra ripple the bird dives beneath the green water. I know from experience these diving birds can travel considerable distances under water while hunting, but a few moments later the head reappears even closer to the seawall where I am doing my doctor's orders.
My breath is beginning to wheeze, and my legs rebel and I grind to a halt, gasping I look out over the water, and the bird dives again, watching for any reappearance the slim head appears again, shaking his head which appears to be larger, he has caught a fish, tossing his head he swallows his breakfast, and I smile, not for the fish, but at least this bird has had his breakfast.
As I begin to plod along the path again I think, fish for breakfast, now there's an idea. By the time I have finished my exercise, I have decided that some smoked haddock will be my breakfast, with a slice of bread, and a poached egg.
It was most enjoyable, but I can still taste it as I sit down to my evening meal.
| 1 May 09, 9:01 AM Mistress_Amethyst UK, 5 yrs   |
wow that is a nice description of your morning run, they say if you have something sweet after your haddock that you wont be tasting it in the evening lol. with kippers they say to eat jam with them and it does work. xXAXx ~~If you don't like me it's your fault~~ |
| 2 May 09, 7:15 AM WaterDragon UK(LN), 6 yrs |
Having been diagnosed with diabetes, sweet is no longer in my lexicon of foods.
Sadly Hugs, Irene.
Yet Dom as I am _
Still I crave the wind from your sub wings |
