Bagging

We went out to the pond near our place looking for the things that really stand out and make you feel more alive.

At first everything was pretty typical. Trail, water, trees, sky. There were some common birds like mallards and house finches but nothing really thrilling.

Then suddenly we spotted something unusual in a high branch. A color, shape, and call, which at first seemed unfamiliar to us. We peered hard into our binoculars and shouted out the field markings as they became apparent.

“It’s got like a jet black body, but kinda shiny!”

“Its tail is forked and fluttering!”

“Its song sounds like rap-rappa-rappa-rap!”

“I think I know what it is… it’s…”

“A plastic bag!”