fine feathered friends...
Not to get really weird and goofy, but...
I've always had a strange relationship with birds. Of all sorts. When important changes occur in my life, I start seeing a lot of crows. And ravens. Through the window they'll just be sitting in the yard, peering at me, bursting into flight when they see me, or squawking and croaking while I walk past. Wtahcing, and I can't help thinking, laughing. Example: I went to Flagstaff to see my Sweetie. When I got out of my car, I heard the croaking. I looked up and saw an enormous raven staring at me, tongue lolling, ruffling his feather, shifting feet on the window sill of what turned out to be the room I'd been assigned. There's nothing particularly sinister about it. But I don't like being laughed at.
I also see hawks a lot when something is about to happen. Ex: I walked out of the Court one day and stopped to light a cigarette. I heard a soft thud, and a hawk dropped from the sky with a smaller bird in its talons. It looked me, strangled the bird with its foot and slowly flew off. This was about twenty feet or so from me. And these things have happened before. When I was a boy, a hawk landed on the treebranch outside my window with an enormous black snake in its feet. As the snake writhed around its legs, it tore it to pieces with its beak. I remember the bright red blood shining like beads of red mercury on its face. I won't go into what happened after these events. Not necessarily bad things. But big things.
And then there's just the birds that seem to, forgive the pun, flit in and out of my life. Example: I like to garden. When I've got some beds going, I like to take a couple of beers and just fiddle a while, pull some weeds, look for parasites, etc. One day, a small finch showed up. For the next two days, he followed me around the yard. When I say follow, I mean to say that he hopped after me all over the place, sometimes flying just a bit to stay ahead of me, then looking at me to see if I'd catch up. When I'd stop to do something, he'd hop up and sit right next to me, within a foot or so of my hands. And he'd just sit there, watching whatever I was doing. For hours. This went on all weekend. Whenever I walked outside, he'd suddenly appear, flapping and bobbing. He wouldn't get anywhere near my kids, or my wife and would fly off when they came around. On the third day, he just suddenly took off and flew away.
Anyway, I've just been thinking about it lately.
There're crows around here.
I've always had a strange relationship with birds. Of all sorts. When important changes occur in my life, I start seeing a lot of crows. And ravens. Through the window they'll just be sitting in the yard, peering at me, bursting into flight when they see me, or squawking and croaking while I walk past. Wtahcing, and I can't help thinking, laughing. Example: I went to Flagstaff to see my Sweetie. When I got out of my car, I heard the croaking. I looked up and saw an enormous raven staring at me, tongue lolling, ruffling his feather, shifting feet on the window sill of what turned out to be the room I'd been assigned. There's nothing particularly sinister about it. But I don't like being laughed at.
I also see hawks a lot when something is about to happen. Ex: I walked out of the Court one day and stopped to light a cigarette. I heard a soft thud, and a hawk dropped from the sky with a smaller bird in its talons. It looked me, strangled the bird with its foot and slowly flew off. This was about twenty feet or so from me. And these things have happened before. When I was a boy, a hawk landed on the treebranch outside my window with an enormous black snake in its feet. As the snake writhed around its legs, it tore it to pieces with its beak. I remember the bright red blood shining like beads of red mercury on its face. I won't go into what happened after these events. Not necessarily bad things. But big things.
And then there's just the birds that seem to, forgive the pun, flit in and out of my life. Example: I like to garden. When I've got some beds going, I like to take a couple of beers and just fiddle a while, pull some weeds, look for parasites, etc. One day, a small finch showed up. For the next two days, he followed me around the yard. When I say follow, I mean to say that he hopped after me all over the place, sometimes flying just a bit to stay ahead of me, then looking at me to see if I'd catch up. When I'd stop to do something, he'd hop up and sit right next to me, within a foot or so of my hands. And he'd just sit there, watching whatever I was doing. For hours. This went on all weekend. Whenever I walked outside, he'd suddenly appear, flapping and bobbing. He wouldn't get anywhere near my kids, or my wife and would fly off when they came around. On the third day, he just suddenly took off and flew away.
Anyway, I've just been thinking about it lately.
There're crows around here.