Great story! The way the relationship with the grandfather is described, the dilemma there is about making it public, being labeled a fool, the risk for the future of this beautiful magical world discovered… Just a great piece!
He tried to be as still as possible, peaking through the leaves, wondering if they were still out there. Never in his wildest fantasies did he think that bird watching would lead him to this. When he was just a child he begrudged his grandfather’s weekly ventures into nature’s unpopulated greenbelts, especially when grandfather insisted on dragging him along. It was boring, sitting quietly, looking through binoculars for hours at a time, waiting for that rare or unknown species to hop into their field of vision. He’d much preferred to be at home with Grandmother working on his numbers and letters, cooking, even doing chores would have been better than sitting around doing nothing. Sure, the outdoors were beautiful, the sounds relaxing and the feel of the breeze refreshing, but he wasn’t interested in birds, certainly not to the extent of wanting to hang around for hours waiting for a…
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