The scrub jay called out
Marcel ran to the window
much to talk about.
The sun’s down and evening is here. How did that happen? What was I doing all day?! Oh yeah, I remember. I watched this scrub jay in the feeder for a while.
Even if I’d accomplished nothing else, I’d call that time well spent.
When I saw this photo I took yesterday, I interpreted it as a scrub jay looking ahead. But as I view it today, I’m reminded that birds don’t get caught up in regrets and what-ifs the way humans do. This wise jay is probably merely existing in the moment.
I’m trying to do the same.
Brisk weather bathing
splash fast splash often get out
no need for towel
Anything can make me stop and look and wonder, and sometimes learn.
~ Kurt Vonnegut
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
~ Victor Hugo
So, what’s on your mind today?
I’m very, very lazy. I love to sit in a chair and look out the window and do nothing.
~ Ingmar Bergman
There are days I’d like
the option of staying here
or flying away.
The feeder was full first thing this morning. We had Blue Jays, American Magpies, and a Northern Flicker or two trying to get at the peanuts. However, this scrub jay fussed at them and mostly kept everyone away.
Then, after all that effort, this jay would fly from the feeder to the nearby shrubs to hide the peanuts. I mean, no subterfuge whatsoever. A direct line from feeder to shrubs. I waited for the others to start raiding the peanut cache, but I never saw anyone try it.
Perhaps the other birds took note for later in the season when they’ll need food. If so, I envy them their memories. I had trouble locating my coffee cup this morning.
Sometimes no matter how hard I flap my wings, it feels as if I haven’t gotten anywhere.
It’s nineteen degrees,
if I had wings I’d fly south.
At least I’m inside.
Looky looky here
spiral-y peanut challenge.
Feeder empty now.
Yes, it’s true the country is being held hostage by temper-tantrum-throwing, batshit-crazy extremists. But it’s also true we still have birds. And for that I’ll be forever thankful.