Sometimes, when life is giving me lemons, I race with an ostrich and it is exactly how it sounds. For starters, I live out in the country off of dusty gravel roads. About a year ago, after having a not so great day I found myself just driving, delaying going home. The first time I saw them, I thought I was possibly just tripping balls as I slowed the car down to stare in awe. I gave a little, "Hey buddy," and here one came towards me, then took a sharp right and was running, like he wanted to race. As a smile grew wide on my face, I raced the feathered giant. I thought how odd to have the birds here, so far from their home. I've never seen one outside of a zoo, and who knows if I ever will get to see the African plains,watching them in their real habitat. But I felt lucky to see them, and understood the feeling of just being out of place, not quite where I should be. Now I will go out of my way, usually weekly to holler, "Hey buddy!" and race ostriches. It really is the small things in life that make it.💜
-Ash💜
