For The Birds
What better
kind of cover when one is talking about their encounters with birds than a cat
who would protect me. Now, I have no fear of birds when they’re soaring high in
the sky. I even watched the eagle who nested near our grocery store one year
but it stayed away from me. So I will tell you about my bird stories.
My latest
encounter –
The Case of the
Brazen Robin
Every time I go out to water the plants, a
brazen large robin appears. The bird lands about a year from me. That is too
close for comfort. As I move along the line of roses, the bird moves to the
amount of distance remains the same. Now he might be looking for worms. At
least I hope so. I have no desire to pet a bird. Do robins get rabies?
The Case of Saved by
the Cat
We have a
large front yard and a small one in the back that’s well shaded by trees. A
great place to sit on hot afternoons. Also at the time the gripp was back
there. I was preparing dinner. Our second cat, Nosey sat with me. I’m sure he
really wanted to see if he could scarf some burger scraps. I had just turned
the burgers when a blue jay rocketed from the tree headed straight at me. I
tried to run. Then Nosey leaped and the bird was caught and taken away into the
shaded trees. I saved the cat some scraps of meat.
The Sour Cherry Tree
Rescue
Years ago,
in our yard, we had a sour cherry tree. I love sour cherry pie and the tree was
filled. I persuaded my mother to pay me for picking cherries since she froze
them so we had cherry pies often. My dad liked them, too. I had finished
picking ten quarts from the lower branches. The tree was wide and tall and
there were more cherries. I took the ladder and propped it and climbed the
ladder to reach the berries. Suddenly I was attacked by a bird. Looked like an
eagle to me but it really was a robin. Maybe there was a nest but this bird was
having no part of my intrusion. I started screaming and protecting my face from
this fluttering creature. My mother came out. All I could do was yell “The
bird. The bird.” She had a broom and she came out and started hitting the
branches. The bird flew away and I came down. The high cherries remained
unattainable. Did the bird want the fruit or was she like my mother protecting?
The Chicken Chase
We used to
visit my grandmother. She kept chickens. These days one would call them free
range. I don’t like them and the feeling was mutual. Not the rooster. His only
bad hbit was waking up early. He was rather cowardly so all one had to do was
stomp a foot and he scurried away. Not the hens. They never bothered my cousins
or my siblings but they delighted in ganging up on me. During my visits there,
I seldom ventured off the porch since I knew if I did those hens would come for
me.
The First Bird Attack
And this is how my fear of birds began. I was about three
year old. My father and I used to walk from our house to a lovely wooded park
not far from out apartment. We went to feed the chipmunks and I remember
touching one or more of the timid creatures. You had to be very still and quiet
to tempt them to come near. I had a nut in my hand when suddenly a bird, a
large bird flew from a branch in the tree. The bird punched into my thumbnail
and it hurt. I screamed, I dropped the nuts and fled to my father. There was a
drop of blood. The chipmunks had vanished. All I can remember is saying “Bad
bird. Don’t like birds.”
So now you
can see why I’d rather have my birds high in the sky or even in a cage.
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