I never thought the life of a mutton bird would relate to that of mine.
The fisherman explained “They migrate ‘ere from China. Kids and me, we tried to save a few. Took ‘em down the vet, fed ‘em up. They lasted a couple of months but didn’t make it”.
“Why would they try to fly here all the way from China?” I asked.
“Dunno, they just do - have done for years,” the fisherman explained. “Some make it, some don’t”.
Have you ever felt like a mutton bird? Doing something, maybe for a few years or more, just because it’s what you do and what the people around you do – even though it feels like it doesn’t make sense?
I once had a job like that…so I quit.
|The wise fisherman with Trooper|
It’s not all dark and gloomy tales of bird death though. Now that I'm not tied to my desk, I get to take photos like this...
|Trooper may or may not die from happiness when we live at Werri|