Observation Of “The Fly“
I encountered a fly that has suffered from severe leg injuries or some kind of wing injury.”The Fly” was first seen on an elevated platform, stuck on its backside in desperate need of extrication, I gently flipped the fly onto its legs when I suddenly noticed that the fly has no leg injuries; but then the fly began walking with a peculiar limp as if it was trying to initiate some momentum or take off. I endeavored in scrutiny of the insect wings and I didn’t notice any damage. Gazing at the view of summer trees, with the prescience of the luminous sun, and the feeling of ventilation through my body from the foyer I was stationed in, I ephemerally pondered at the two opposite notions and tried to come up with a conclusion but I only created questions (questions are always beneficial to the brain). What is the lifespan of a common house fly? how does house flies react to cold climates? how long could an house fly live in cold climates? ……out of all the great questions I can bring to your attention, I expanded my observation with “how far house flies can travel from their breeding ground? I did some minor research on common house flies and I found out that house flies travel up to six miles in 24 hours,but prefer to stay close by breeding ground; with this small but pivotal of information I could only make conjectures about this observation. I desired to extend the duration of the observation but the advent of the bus concluded the brevity; initiating my itinerary I subsided into the seat of the bus and pondered on how I’m feeling like “The Fly” and The Observation Of “The Fly” in an human disposition.
a slice of relaxation…pondering..musing….extrication
Along the shores of Eastern Virginia lies the York River, a 34-mile long estuary of brackish water that empties into the Chesapeake Bay. At the largest point near the entrance to the Bay, the York River stretches nearly 2.5 miles across bringing in Navy warships, sailboats and a large variety of marine life that thrive in the unique coast waters.
My sister and her family live on the York River and I always love visiting them in the summer time. The views of the river from her home are gorgeous and the sweet smell of salt water and flowering trees always makes me feel like I’m on vacation.
Yesterday while we were on the pier, we saw dolphins feeding off in the distance so we jumped on my brother-in-laws boat and followed the pod while they splashed around the boat. At one point, a dolphin came so close to our…
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