Friday, March 05, 2010

First Friday: March 5

Congratulations to Seabrooke Leckie of The Marvelous in Nature! She won this month's First Friday fiction contest, making her a two-time winner. Now she gets to choose a prize from these books: "Bird" by Andrew Zuckerman, "The Season of the Robin" by Don Grussing, "Waterbirds" by Theodore Cross and "Bright Wings" by Billy Collins and David Allen Sibley.

You have the chance to win a recently published birding book if you enter the April contest! Mark April 1 (no joke!) on your calendar as the deadline for your fictional story about birds, birders or birding.

Other criteria:
* The story contains no more than 500 words.
* It includes four elements: a setting, a character or characters, a conflict and a resolution.
* The story does not anthropomorphize birds.
* You send your wordsmithery to before 5 p.m. PST on the first Thursday of the month, and you include your mailing address.

Now, the winning entry in March's First Friday: "Distraction."

Ben sat at his desk in his cubicle, one hand on his mouse, the other propping up his chin as he looked wistfully out the windows on the other side of the aisle. They looked out over the parking lot to undeveloped shrubby land beyond. In the distance was the broad blue ribbon of the river. He liked to look toward it, imagining that he was walking the riverside trail with his binocular around his neck.

It was one of those beautiful June days, where the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the temperature was neither too hot nor too cold. He didn't mind his desk job during the winter months, and in the heat of mid-summer, he appreciated being in the air-conditioned environment, but on perfect days like this, he sometimes wished he worked outdoors. He found it hard to focus on what he was doing and his productivity dropped right off on nice days.

He was staring out the window when Janet, a coworker who sat on the other side of the cubicle wall from him, returned from her lunch break. She dropped her stuff on her desk and immediately peered over the top of the wall. She looked distraught.

"Ben, I think I hit a bird!" she wailed.

"Where? On the road? Well, they do tend to fly across at the last minute, it's not always possible to-"

"No! Here in the parking lot. I got out of my car, and there was this bird flopping around on the ground. I didn't know what to do! Do you think you could come look at it?"

She didn't have to ask Ben twice -- any excuse to get outside. He knew of a rehabber ten minutes away they could take the bird to if needed.

He followed Janet out to the parking lot. There was a conference today, and the lot was unusually full. She'd had to park at the far side, where the paved lot gave way to a band of gravel and melted in to the shrubby field beyond. There was a small bush right by her car, and he wondered if maybe a kingbird had been flycatching.

They were half a dozen meters from the car when there was a sudden explosion of movement from the gravel edging. A brown-and-white bird, about the size of a robin, dashed onto the pavement in front of them and started flopping around wildly, looking indeed like its wing was broken.

"Is that the bird?" Ben had trouble suppressing a laugh.

"Yes! That's it! Can you help?"


He walked to the gravel and took a quick look around. Sure enough, perfectly camouflaged among the stones were four speckled eggs.

"One of those 'Wet Floor' tripods and a laminated sign ought to do the trick," he said to a confused Janet.

He pointed out the eggs and, on the way back to the building, told her all about Killdeer.

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Blogger Amy said...

Wonderful story, Seabrooke! Congratulations.

March 05, 2010 10:49 AM  
Blogger Clare said...

Seabrooke is so awesomely multi-talented. Very nicely done.

Mine just didn't come together this month. Next month I'll be back.

March 05, 2010 7:07 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

Looking forward to it, Clare.

March 05, 2010 7:09 PM  

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