By Marc Fest
I write simple texts like the ones below about my experiences living on the edge of the Everglades near Key Largo in South Florida. All of them are true stories.
Brownie
For an afternoon this Sunday, I thought Brownie was dying.
The Happy Tree
There is a particular tree in front of the south side of our Everglades home that David and I call “the Happy Tree.”
Baby Hawk
Whatever you want to call it, it began sometime around October, almost two and a half years ago. It was just before the beginning of the pandemic.
Bradley
Selling tegus has become a “pain in the ass,” my friend Bradley tells me the other day. He’s come by to have me show him how to fly his DJI 4 Phantom drone.
When David cuts my hair
When David cuts my hair, he asks me to bring out the orange extension cord to plug in the electric clippers.
When my dog sighs
When my dog sighs
I sigh
To be in sync
(poem)
The Xmas Alarm
So, yesterday, Christmas Eve 2024, the alarm that had been plaguing me for months went off again. I’m writing this today, on Christmas Day while the events are still fresh in my mind.
Zeus
It was his first day at the farm. David had just given Zeus a bath. Zeus was maybe six weeks old, a Belgian Malinois-German Shepherd mix with adorably large floppy ears that promised the 100-pound dog he would become.
The Owl
There was a small owl sitting on my car at the farm when I got up at 3 AM to make my night drive to the beach. I walked up to the patio screen and said “jabba jabba” to it.
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When not having conversations with his lizard and hawk friends, Marc lends his skills as a communications coach to clients. Learn more about Marc here.