A story by Albert Ross

Cherry

By Ed Crane

Fri, 31 Jan 2025
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Been here a few days now. Most of the guys got back OK. There’s always a few that don’t make it more’n usual in fact. Natch ther’ll be a few loose babes checking out the young dudes.

I still have a lotta tidying up to do. Looks like it’s been a wild year, stuff all over. I better get a wiggle on, the girls are due anytime now.

Hey, here they come now, as usual it begins witha few early-boyds. Those lucky dogs wanna get right down to it, dancing around ‘n honkin’ they heads off an’all. But the gals ain’t havvin nunovit. There won’t be no luvvin ‘til they happy the handy work.

‘Yo cain’t brung up a kid on a heap ‘o shit.’ They always say that.

Those ladies are real fussy. ‘S right too. I seen some of those  lil’ol fuzzyballs just fade away. Happens a lot, always did, but it seems more’n ever somehow.

The Missus ‘n me, we reckon its ‘cos a them weird flat jelly fish that started floatin’ ‘round when we was just startin’ out. There ain’t nuthin’ innum! I tried one onetime. Give me a real belly ache. The Missus said the same. We don’t touch those mu’fuckers or them pretty colored fishsticks or wh’ever they be. Come in all sortsa shapes ‘n sizes. Eat one a those yer cain’t shit forra fortnight. The youngsters go for ‘em. Plain lazy if yo ask me. I reckon it's better to stay out a few more days an make sure the kid gets a good meal rather'n come home with a gutful o that garbage.

Wo! Here she is now and she’s a lookin’ as good azzevvah. Ah couldn’t help noticing some o them young ladies is a lookin’ a might skinny and threadbare. Don’t hold out much hope for them’s eggs.

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Well darn me don’t that ole time go by? Only seems yesterday since my babe got back and already our speckly white orb’s arrived. . . . Well that’s it y’all. the real work starts now – cain’t hang out here verabizin’ no more. I gotta go fishin’.

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

You are what you eat. 

 

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

Very good way to highlight this, well done!

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Good to know someone is paying attention.

I chose a light hearted approach with a sort of american street bias because a lot of Albatross are in trouble on Midway an old US airbase although I think they are getting help there.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Very enjoyable read, with a sting in the message. I still haven't recovered from seeing a thing about albatross killing their own chicks by unknowingly feeding them plastic. This young albatross is lucky to have a streetwise Dad!

Submitted by Ed Crane on

There's so much plastic floating about in the Pacific these days. 

Albatross can live up to 70, but generally the live about 50. I based "my man" on a very experienced wise old bird who was around before the plastic became such a problem as now. He and his wife know the best places to fish and are suspicious of bright coloured plastic. sadly of course that n reality wouldn,t happen I suppose. 

I could have written a lot more, maybe I might think about writing,  The Life and Times of Albert Ross.

I'm too old to think about it, but I read that every year the US wildlife service call for volunteers to count and check on the birds at nesting time on Midway. What an experience that would be.

 

 

 

 

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Submitted by Kris on

I'm a fish stick eater Ed.... really enjoyed this 1laugh

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Me too but not plastic ones ;-)