Shelly D Templin

I was in my yard when something in the sky caught my eye. I looked up to see a large black bird, aka buzzard, flying toward me. And then it scooped down and then up again and then to the right and to the left and down again. I stopped what I was doing and watched the bird dart and dive. Curious. As the big bird flew closer to me, I realized what was causing it to fly so sporadically. A little bird. Since I am not an ornithologist or even a “birder,” I’m not sure what type the little bird Keep Reading...

I absolutely love watching the hummingbirds come to feed this time of year. I anxiously wait for the first little flyer to show up in the spring and I spend the summer mesmerized by the tiny hummers. They are tiny but they can be fierce. There are enough spots for all of the birds to sit and drink at the same time but there is always one bully bird waiting nearby to chase the hungry birds. I never tire of watching the tactical maneuvers of the hummingbirds as they fight for a spot at the Keep Reading...

He was on the last fight to Denver. He was the last one off of the plane. He was the last and only one on the train taking him from one terminal to the next. The train voice came on and said, “Please exit the train. This is the end of the line.” He thought, “What if I don’t get off? What will happen? I wonder where this train goes at night.” And then his actions followed his thoughts. He stayed on the train. Alone. At 1am. The doors closed and the train started to move. The train Keep Reading...