The "New" General!

  A few years ago, I was introduced to the word "peopling".  At that time, it seemed an appropriate term to use when I was fed up with the constant whining that I was having to endure.  It was obvious that folks considered whining and complaining to be the equivalent of doing.  One day in mid-afternoon, I had become overtaxed by the chore of "peopling" so I headed to my peaceful spot also known as the pier.  There, I sought refuge from everyone!  Well, that peopling thing is wearing thin on me, once again.  I have decided instead of letting the aggravation get the best of me, I should just withdraw, once again.  I have and I feel great!  This social distancing thing is phenomenal for folks like me who have a great distaste for the drama that others thrive upon.  I want no part of it (or them)!  Life is better that way.  I will stick with the critters of the Bayou as they have no time for whining.

  Early this morning, my escape to the pier brought a bit of happiness.  It has been several years since I have had an encounter with "The General".   This is the name that I had given to the most dominant of the Red-winged Blackbirds that frequent the marsh.  The birds nest there and while the females incubate the eggs, the males keep guard.  For years, one male ruled the entire flock.  He demanded respect from all the underlings and got it.  His wing bars were brilliant and quite large.  The  General wore those epaulets with pride and flashed them whenever he needed to pull rank on the others.  The bird grew quite tame and allowed me to visit often.  He would strut his stuff for my admiration.  We grew to be great friends.  Then, the General went missing and I never saw him again.  The trips to the pier were always lacking for want of a General.  

  This morning, a new "man" is in charge.  There is a new General!  Another male blackbird has earned the rank and is the dominate bird of the territory.  This one has the large, showy epaulets of his predecessor.  In fact, he seems to be almost identical in appearance and in character of the old General making me think that this is an offspring.  The bird allowed me to visit him as I did the old General.  I smiled as I realized that a new generation will rule the marshes!  I salute you, General!  Keep up the good work and follow the path that your predecessor set out for you.  You will do well.