Beacon Hill Park in Victoria is normally a place of peace,
offering a time…to take time.
But one day the peace was broken,
by a cacophony of sound.
For this couple,
there was trouble in paradise.
It was out in the open,
the push and pull of relationships…
the dance of distress.
How was it resolved?
…in the end, the squawking you take,
is equal to the squawking you make.
There’s another pair of Island birds that stick in my memory.
I first came upon this woman,
eating lunch on the Dallas Beach path.
And on a fence post directly across from her…
perched a pair of Ravens.
This pair were clearly in sync, in silent supplication,
and hungary for attention.