Chicks on the Run

After watching a few minutes of news yesterday on the pandemic, I slumped back down in a chair, only to catch a glimpse of quail chicks zig-zagging by. Smiled instinctively. These newborns were drunk with life, the excitement of being somewhere, anywhere, for the first time under, of course, the watchful eye of their dad. I grabbed a camera and took one shot through a screen as they disappeared from sight. Peace.

Published by 67steffen

My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

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