Between hotel conference room shoots last week, I decided to take a walk around DC to get some fresh air and clear my head. In the middle of so much concrete and looming federal buildings I watched a drama play out in the sky. The birds flew past me and towards Capitol Hill and I sought meaning in their unlikely appearance. Was I the small bird wasting precious energy and resources while fiercely defending my territory from benign forces or was I the heron, majestically minding my own business only to find myself besieged by feral lunacy?
I saw almost the exact same thing this morning. Over a pond in Virginia, two tiny blackbirds chased a big, lumbering heron.
Feral lunacy owns no borders.