A Lonely Nuthatch

So, what kinds of things do I find out here so far from any urban area? For a fantastic everyday adventurer such as myself it's not always much different. This white-breasted nuthatch for instance. I've taken many pictures of these little guys when I was close to the city, and here they are again out in the country.

Does that mean there is really no change then? Of course it doesn't. What that means is that I was pretty good at finding nature in the city. The thing that is really different now is that I don't have to find nature. It comes right up to me.

This little nuthatch was actually in one of the big trees right out in front of my house. All I had to do was stand out there for a little while and the birds came right on over. I think for a bird a big tree is like heaven, and I have plenty of those around me.

So as I get settled here in the country have I found any drawbacks? Well, I first want to say that I do like this much better than the city, but yes, there are some negative points about being here. The main one is that I'm still much more alone than I think I would like.

I always liked being alone, but I also always knew that all I had to do was turn around and I would find plenty of people all around me. Now I can't say that. There just aren't many people around here. The people that I've met here are certainly much more friendly than rightfully suspicious city people, but I really don't know any of them very well yet.

I've never been much of a social person, so I take a little longer than most people to make friends. That can make things a bit more lonely for a person when there are so few choices and far fewer chances to make those choices.

And something I've learned from all this is that with nobody to talk to, a person begins to find less to talk about. The only other living being I see every day is my dog, and there isn't much in the way of conversation there. I talk to her, but she only answers back with a wagging tail and an enthusiastic manner.

So when I began this post I found myself with absolutely nothing to say. I had to sit here for a few moments to think of the words to get me started. Once it began though, the words began to flow. It's even been difficult for me to come up with ideas for new fiction over at Rat Tales. My current story has already been written, but future tales are hard to come by.

So after all of the episodes of "Fair" - which is an excellent story by the way - are posted, my next post there will be a little bit different. Instead of a story, I have a post full of philosophical ramblings. I like what I wrote, but it's a bit different than anything I've written there before. Maybe that can be a good thing.

So now that I'm coming to the end of my post here I find that my thoughts have flowed out better than I expected. I thought I would have a very short post, but it transformed itself into a long one. All of these words must have been wanting to burst out the whole time.

But as you all know, blogging still isn't quite the same as a real conversation. I still have to wait for your comments for a response to what I say. In a real conversation I would have been interrupted several times by now, so sometimes blogging is better.

But now I've come to the end and I've barely mentioned my little friend, the nuthatch. Poor little guy. At least he's featured in the pictures. I guess that's better than nothing, right?


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