Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Hump Day Improvisation

If you are new to my blog then you don't know about Hump Day Improvisation. I post a picture and give you a few writing prompts. I hope you'll stick around and participate.

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Birds! Your character either studies birds, runs a bird habitat, hunts them or watches the birds. Write a few sentences letting us know what kind of activity your character does with birds and how that makes them feel. You can write about any type of bird you like. My sentences will arrive after 6 pm Mountain Daylight Savings Time, USA.

Above all...have fun!



Jeffrey Beesler said...

Birds of a feather just don't flock together these days. I've never seen mama birds the world over so ready to peck out the daddy birds's eyes. Do daddy birds no longer matter?

Siv Maria said...

This wasn't an ordinary Crow. Even though he was mean and quite the bully, I was strangely sad when the cats in the neighborhood had finally gotten there revenge.

The Golden Eagle said...

Hooray for birds! :)

The shrieks of a distant seagull could be heard through the crash of water against the waves along the rocks. Moments later, the bird flew over her head and disappeared among the cliffs.

N. R. Williams said...

Hi Jeffrey, poor daddy birds are so forlorn.

It's the cat meow Siv, nicely done.

I knew you'd like birds Golden. Great sentences.

Thank you all for stopping by and leaving your bird selection.

Summer Ross said...

Swans danced on the pond in Fay's habitat. She not only loved their long necks, but feathers of a swan were prime ingredients for her magic.

Kay L. Davies said...

Despite a piece of stained glass hanging in the window, and a brass-and-glass cat stuck to the window, the sparrows keep crashing into it. I never should have had that window washed.

(Truth is easier than fiction sometimes.)
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

"I wonder if we're having chicken for dinner tonight?"

Michael Di Gesu said...

Fuscia and sapphire sparkled on the breasts and wings of two hummingbirds diligently flying toward a young girl.

Landing on her outstretched arm and hand, they twittered with delight at her presence. The girl couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Please ... one at at time."

N. R. Williams said...

Swan feathers in magic. Love it Summer.

How upsetting Kay.

Leave it to my favorite sci-fi writer to think of food, Alex.

I can't understand them either Michael.

Thanks everyone for such wonderful sentences.

N. R. Williams said...

Now for my sentences:

She gazed out the dentist window and watched as a flock of birds landed in the massive oak. They peered at her through the window and twittered about. She thought she understood them. "What are the humans up to know?"

Minus the birds, this is where I was today.