The next big thing

The pasture northwest of Oklahoma City belonged to a fellow described as “an oilman always on the lookout for The Next Big Thing.”

The Next Big Thing was in that pasture. It was actually several Next Big Things. It was birds. Flightless birds. Birds bigger than Fiat 500s. It was ostriches.

We wandered over to the fence to get a closer look, and the giant birds wandered over to the fence, too, so as to get a better look at us. They were intimidating. And they showed no sign of burying their heads in the tightly packed Sooner soil.