Adventures in and out of the coop.

So today I was out giving my ducks and chickens their daily grain and lettuce before work. I enter the pen in my bright yellow scrubs..and everything occurs in a normal routine as has happened the past 3 years. My two craigslist ducks I adopted from battle ground are housed on one side..and my 'feed store' chickens are on the other.  As I go to finish and leave for work, my drake (male Duck, Diego) decides even though he can't fly..that he will attempt to fly the coop as I open the gate.  They are confined, but with enough open space to roam because there are many wild hawks.
I tell 'Ego' no, and to stay inside the coop and he of course being a duck..wants to come out.
I extend my arms to pick him up and he resists.
I walk back over the gate...and he spreads his wings to fly again .
We repeat the last two steps again before I insist to pick him up.
I pick him up and carry him outside of the gate and meander down the hill with him clutched in my arms.
After getting a taste of the real world...he squirms back over to go back to the coop where he knows its safe and sound...that there are no dogs, planes, hawks and his little lady duck.
It kind of reminds me of life.....
I remembered that post high school feeling almost 10 years ago of wanting a job..wanting life to happen and I couldn't seem to escape the gate around me. I always have/do seek danger. I still do to this day...no intent to harm, but seeking adventure because routine grows old fast.
I remembered driving was the greatest (it still is somedays)but employment..tho necesscary...gets old fast. The world is a scary place...even for those that look for the adrenaline all of the time like myself.
Once I left the coop of life...lost innocence and became part of a new routine, it became just that..another routine.
Change is inevitabe...and sometimes, it fucking sucks. Sometimes...its great, positive..but we always have a sense of safety in our own coops.
I left for work that day...planning this blog out. Planning never really goes well..but it makes me remember as I drag my feet in another day of paradise, how I wish somedays to just steer clear from it. That change occurs, routine gets boring..but we always have someone who loves us to help carry us through those times of feeling 'cooped up'.

Modern and past film and life.

Its funny how they always say movies are dramatized. Yet, there are few things more dramatic then reality tv! I was watching a movie called "Chances are" with Robert Downey jr and Cybil Shepard, and lately i have been on a kick of focusing on peoples mannerisms. I notice who says please, who says thank you, how people act and treat eachother. Maybe its my weak attempt of gathering my own life lessons from movies :) One thing I did notice...is that the way men treat women and vice versa was different in the past.I do not just mean because of Hollywood, but if you watch a similar love story now, you will see very different things. Things such as, how much more tolerant, respectful they are of eachother. Obviously, that factor varies from movie to movie, but lets use this example here. RBJ pushed away the girl who he was starting to date when she went to kiss him. Naturally, and in modern tv shows and movies..she might have easily gotten up and screamed GET OUT!!! and freaked out on him. Called him a user, a slut, accused him of cheating and using her to sleep at her place, and thrown an all out American girl hissy fit. Also, the quirkyness in movies are a lot less frowned upon back then. Someone could think they are someone else's past life, and they would have them committed, or it could easily get violent in modern films. In the past films though, they are simply given awkward looks. Maybe talked about mildly to their faces or behind their backs. To me, older films are not just crappier sound and film and vhs quality. They are a depiction of a milder form and how life generally used to be.