She noticed him because he was so unlike the others in the yard. He didn’t strut, preen or puff himself up. No overt displays to show his masculinity; he was quiet, self-aware, and quirkly cute.

He noticed her because she was so unlike the others in the yard. She didn’t gad about or chatter insistently. She didn’t seem to need male companionship. She was a confident, independent sort.

A soulmated discovery. Birds of a feather. In the barn yard.

an 83-word response to sammi scribbles weekend writing prompt #226: “yard” and tangentially being a tale of soul mates (albeit a short one) for Stephanie’s tale weaver prompt.

blue soulmate: Christine McAllister

wk 226 yard