Posts from the ‘Birds’ Category
Whenever I see these guys, they remind me of her. They’re top brass tough, not much different than she. They’re beyond curious and so was she, never stopping unless Dennis needed a prod or ten from Bailey the White Rabbit, tap tapping the shaft of her cane before poking it in his general direction. She would be nodding in agreement if she were here, puzzle in one hand, pizza in the other.
What is the degree of independence? This scene played out at my birdbath, and it was a break of sorts from feeding and fears of the Cooper’s hawk lurking from just beyond the laurels. Or at least that’s how it appeared, playing out in my mind as a serene act. So I began wondering about thoughts, and the breaks in between. Meditation of sorts. Focusing on that space in between thoughts. It’s fleeting like most things in life, but it’s a start towards awareness before the Cooper’s hawk of uncertainty becomes a certainty. Or perhaps I’m just thinking aloud.