Friday, July 8, 2011
Today, I was tired, mainly because I think being out in the
heat working in the flowerbeds was a bit much. I am not
telling you this by way of complaining but to tell you a story
of what I saw when I was laying down on my bed looking
out my french doors and my windows this afternoon.
It is hot as I said, so I let my chickens out in the back yard
so they take dust baths and come up and get in my flowerbeds
and stay under the trees closest to my bedroom. I can
lay on my bed and watch the wind in the trees and watch
the chickens stroll across the grass and just be chickens.
I love watching it.
Today as I was watching, a big group of sparrows landed on the railing
of the porch. It was I believe the Mama, Daddy, kids and cousins.
It was a big flock. As I watched the kids were lined up all in a row.
I could tell that they were younger than the Mama and Daddy as they
weren't as big nor were they as experienced. So as I watched, it was
like catching bugs on the wall of the house was being explained. The kids
would cock their heads one way and then another as they looked up and all
around. As I watched this I wanted to get my camera but I wanted to see
what else was going to happen, I was afraid if I moved they would all fly away.
After verbal instructions, the mama sparrow flew up to the top
of the wall under the porch and grabbed a bug. The kids though
started flapping their wings and making that sound that says, "
feed me, feed me!" They were ignored as mama went deaf and she
did it again.
The baby birds flew down to the cement and began looking for bugs
on the ground but that wasn't what mama and dad wanted. Dad barks
some command and they all flew up to the railing again.
So they go through verbal instructions again.
One of the brave sparrows decided to try it for himself, and goes
flying into my window and slides all the way down hitting the cement.
My cat has been watching with me so he jumps down and goes to the window
to watch with very flat ears. They don't seem to mind the cat in the window.
They keep this up for a bit longer until the cat can't take another minute birds
everywhere on the porch, and hits the blinds with his paw and makes a huge
noise. Then I watch as all of the bird fly like specks of golden sun back into the
trees and once again, my porch is quiet and I go back to it being just me.
No longer an observer of secret things.
Have a lovely weekend.