Feeding The Ducks On My Own Small Island< Move Over CSI: Miami For CSI: My Office! | Blog | My 100th Blog Post! > Since I started my new job, on sunny days I like to go for walks during my hour lunch break, or for a drive somewhere, like a local village, or small town. There is quite a bit of countryside near my office for me to walk around, and one spot I have visited quite often, as I like it the most. This special place I like to visit lunch times is next to a pond within a small park.
The park is like a small island in the middle of a sea surrounded by noisy roads, cars, and the general population, going about their daily business. But, because it’s quite difficult for anyone to get to this island, due to the traffic surrounding it, no one else really goes there, apart from me. It’s a mini oasis for wildlife, and a sanctuary for any creature to escape from humans, which is due to man’s fear of getting run over for trying to reach the island. The pond is heaving with ducks, moor-hens, and other pond type creatures. They all seem very happy and content together there. I have never seen so many happy looking birds in one small place like that before.
I like to sit on a bench by the pond feeding the ducks some of my bread. They don’t mind me sitting there with them, which is nice. The ducks come out of the pond and sit by my feet, looking up at me with their beady little eyes, whilst patiently waiting for a bit of bread to come out of my lunch-box, for them to peck at, and eat.
I also like to watch the ripples of the water as the wind blows across it, and see the light of the sun and sky reflect upon the water surface. Although I can still see as well as hear the traffic, and the people across the ocean of road from where I sit, like a sea of deadly sharks and the noise of hungry seagulls circling, they cannot get to me on my little island. It is quite sad to know that there is a large population of toads from this same island, which end up looking like squashed tomatoes spread across the road. This unfortunate end happens to the poor toads each year whenever they try to leave the island. They have to cross the dangerous sea of traffic to reach mans own territory, which is on the other side of the ocean of road. This is due to the toads desperate search for potential partners, which dwell in the ponds of the tendered back gardens owned by the humans beyond the toads island.
Not all is lost though; a few local humans try to help the toads cross the road by collecting them in buckets, much like life-rafts, to carry them to safety. There is also a road sign warning motorists of the toads crossing from the island.
That very same small island I sometimes visit lunchtimes with the pond, is my little sanctuary to escape from humans too. My own little world away from it all. I feel the same as the ducks, toads, and the other small creatures that inhabit the small island with me, which is content, happy and free, at least for an hour anyway.
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