Fowls, toes, goes
Last pose. Curtain close. (Дима Ловцов/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Do ballerinas turn into seagulls once they are done?
Both flock together with a great deal of tittering, skittering, and fluttering. Fancy fliers.
Apparently content to swoop in for dainty tidbits of offered fish or shrimp.
Flying past rehearsed choreography. (PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Perhaps delicate soles’ dreams of breaking free from earth’s drag finally awarded.
Transformed.
Ethereal, yet temporarily earth tethered.(USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Final call’s leap into the widest stage.
Waiting on the wings
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
Searching among the every day props, they are mystics seeking by contemplation of perfection and self-surrender to find unity with the absolute – believing in the spiritual apprehension of truths that are beyond the intellect…and the rest of us.(Ruskin/Commons.wikimedia.org)
Hearing otherworldly calls. (PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)
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maybe they become aswan to dance the bestest part for all eternity… but not the ballet teacher I had once… she turned into a stinging nettle or to a crow for all the bad things she did to me and other kids ;O)
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Dance masters have canes; fishermen have pole – both cause a lot of squawking. Fly, little ones, fly! Thanks for staging a comment here.
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It’s a great analogy. I’ll just be happy when the gull version of the Pas de deux, aka mating season, finally finishes. The racket from the docks is remarkable.
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HA HA There are a whole lot of them fluttering around right now – the bad boys from the wrong side of the tracks? The most attractive are the visiting ladies from out of town? It is quite a performance…loudly encouraged and appreciated for sure. Thanks for feathering this nest with a comment
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Currently we have frogs mating. Yikes! How can something that weight a half pound make so much noise!
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Tulips grow towards light, twisting and turning. I had a vase full of tulips and they looked like ballerinas with their graceful poses (ok, maybe you needed a drink first to see that!).
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Tulips – just right: posed in long graceful lines and long necks. Humans have to work so hard to try and match what nature does at ease. I’ll drink to that! Thanks for dancing in with flowery words
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We all dream of flying, perhaps the graceful ballerinas more than others.
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And more willing to risk dancing more close to the sun and self sacrificing effort than most. All for the ideal and dream. Thanks for staging such an astute observation.
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Not overly enthusiastic about seagulls. Noisy, messy things. What if the ballerinas turn into humming birds? Full of life, looking for sweetness– finally allowing themselves to have something to eat!
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Some ballerinas are as nervous and constantly in motion as hummingbirds. (I’ve been told that backstage with all the competition for major ballet roles, it can get pretty messy, too…). Eat something and calm down. Thanks for whirling by with a toe-full comment.
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Ah the ballet… that’s good too, but prefer to watch the seagulls for they’ve never objected to the audience coming with a flask to warm the heart, and a smoke to remind us of the spiritual side of life… and if we go before the show is over, they never take offense.
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it’s the season of twitter-pated birdies, Phil. The turkeys are strutting their stuff here and making great noise, usually starting around 5:00 AM. They roost in pine trees next to our house. I tend to think of them as fan dancers rather than ballerinas, and it’s the guys who have all of the moves. –Curt
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Hilarious. Turkeys are fan dancers…they probably train the Chips guys before they hit the stage. This week watching out for the mockingbird and blue jay airfares…fluffy babies making first flights. (Hat necessary for dog walks and long hikes!)
Thanks for fluffing up the comment nest
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I sometimes think what courage it must take to make that first scary flight. And wonder if mom kicks them out if they are too hesitant. “Time to go, junior!” Kaboom!
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Watching the recent crop of fledglings, I think it comes close to that…some just won’t take the promise of food “it’s right over there – a short hop and a glide” and eventually the poor bird moms must give a little Oooppsie nudge.
Young ballet dancers on the other hand usually have to be held by by instructors until their little limbs and toes are strong enough..always ready to unwisely leap – so human, right? Thanks for dancing over to chat
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We humans are always slow. It seems common in this day and age that a lot of our fledglings are hanging around into their 20s and even 30s. 🙂
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Be the sea turtles? It’s nesting season now here and n the Caribbean- turtles drop the egg…and run for the waves before they can hatch. ( They have hard shells) HAHA
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And the babies are left behind to make their way past many hungry critters of land and sea. A tough journey. 🙂 I’ve helped a few times along the way. “Here you go, little fellow. Good luck.”
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This connection made me smile. Well done!!!!
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The beach sands get everywhere…and you find those grains of thought lingering later. Thanks for kicking up your comment heels here
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The connections is more real than you know. Off stage the ballerinas can be some of the most clumsy people you know. Same with sea gulls on the ground.
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At their aloof, elegant best at posed still at a distance. Great observation. Thanks for flying that comment in!
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Lovely, lovely!!
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Taking flight. Thanks for feathering this nest
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