Several hunnerd of ‘em. Bout 7am this morning, having a cig at work… In the distance, hear this meshed humming noise getting closer and closer… Soon, the blueish sky was interrupted by the Southward path of this group. A bit too high up to distinguish exactly what kinda lil bitty bird they were, which too is fancy for “hell I wouldn’t know anyways.”
Amazing was my first thought. Then protection my second – as I envisioned being spray with poop – as surely several of them would as they hovered over. Wouldn’t it be soooo awesome to fly and simply poop on whomever you wanted, wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted?
To my delight, they suddenly turned Eastward – and one by one all plopped on an electrical wire across the street. Why doesn’t this fry the lil bastards? Never understood that…
Oh they were chirping.. It was like “Is this akin to our Flying J?”.. Rest Area? Interstate McDonalds?.. One single lil birdie soon flew the length of the wire – as if he/she were a schoolmaster making sure all in their place. Or hell, mebbe coulda been like a bar, and he was checking out the chicks.. dunno.
Several flew off… most stayed.. Were they the GPS crew? Rebels? The young’ns?..
I wondered if we, humans, to them looked like they do to us. All look alike?. Wonder how they choose who they “fire” on? Wondered if “size matters” cause all them sumbitches was teeny weeny. Do the male lil birdies piggies also exclaim “did u see the breast on her?”.. Do they hug with their wings? Do they “do themselves”. VICTOR! Sorry, just wondered.
Wonder if they have lifelong mates? Wondered what happens to the aging ones that don’t have the gumption to make this annual Southward trek.. Bird nursing home in Minnesota?
Wondered if all the chirping was being done by primarily the females? (jk… kinda).. Wondered what it’s like to fly… Soar..
Is this wonderful freedom and lacka responsibility a fair trade off for such a short life expectancy? Would you give up rent, cars, charge cards, utility bills, have to’s for seven years of flying allover the US with ne’er a worry? (and only 7, then u die)
The wire was by now bouncing up and down.. the combined weight of ‘em did that. Perty cool to see. Where’d they come from? The hell they going? How long does it take ‘em?
Nature is a pretty damn cool thing. Sure, harsh – but oh so cool. A conglomeration of us all, animals, mammals, fishies….. humans… Coexisting, mostly peacefully.
Are there ‘bird laws’? If so, would they call the ones going behind bars “jail-humans”?
How old do ya have to be to make this annual Southward trek? Do some ever stay behind and make it thru the winter? Do some rebel in – say, Padre Island and tell the others “to hell with you, you go on ahead back up North.. I likes it here, growing roots.”
One lil bitty species, buncha lil bitty birds. Perty damn cool.
Fly robin fly… up up to the sky. The short respite of observing the lil birdies helped make my day fly by. They were real livewires. They were all the same – birds of a feather flock together. Unique, yet similar.
Thank you Creator for this day, this moment… for allowing my brain to look skyward and ask so many questions, have so many thoughts – even gain a chuckle or two outta it.
Life is, basically great. Flies by. Love, Victurd
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