Birds, Behavior, and Wine

What a gorgeous day to simply do nothing. I mused over how dramatic the sky looked today, as dark clouds moved quickly overhead, and then disappeared just as quickly. I cannot sit in the sun because I have had skin cancer bouts a few times and I need to avoid sun rays. However, my patio allows me to sit in the shade and enjoy the intense greenery surrounding my neighborhood. The cherry tree that stands just a few feet from my patio has already grown this Spring, about a foot in width. I love that tree for its ragged limbs and emerald leaves. The birds love it too, which is why we placed our bird feeder close to it. A Redwing Blackbird squawks and screeches his high-pitched call as he eats the finch seed ring. Fortunately for the Goldfinches, I have a niger seed feeder that the Redwing can’t get to. The Bluejays have found our feeder now. Their sky blue feathers streak across our yard as they sky dive to the feeder, grab a seed, and then disappear into the cherry tree. My favorite bird is the Mockingbird, though, because his songs are beautiful and because I get a kick out of how his copy of the Bluejay raucous voices confuses them.

I wonder about the noisy Bluejays, all their bluster and bravado appear to be a false front for their true nature. They are afraid of the Mockingbird, and the Woodpecker, and also move away from the Robins. They kind of remind me of the men toting their rifles at the courthouse: so brave with their war gear, noisy screaming, and stuck out chests. I seriously wonder who those men are that they hide behind their masks and their false strengths. If approached by people with better principles and inner-strength I suspect those cowardly rifle toting men would back down, just like the Bluejays. They are all up-front noise because in actuality they are afraid of everything and everyone different than them. They are afraid of black people, Hispanic people, Asian people, women of all colors, and loss of their “liberty.” They have no regard for what their behavior causes to befall others. They simply don’t care, until they are confronted with the reality of death as it affects themselves and those close to them. So, they are harmless Bluejays to me, and I chuckle at their noisy, harmless bravado.

I am rightly annoyed now, as I had written a lovely paragraph about the evening, the noises intruding on my thoughts from the nearby road caused by a shift in the wind, and my resentment that civilization has interfered with my comfortable enjoyment of a perfect Spring day. I don’t know where that paragraph disappeared to, but I hate that I lost such great writing!

So, it’s a Bota Pinot Noir night again. I think I’ll go for a Kendall Jackson Chardonnay tomorrow night.

Published by mjm1942

I have aged. Of course. I was born in Trenton, NJ in 1942. I now live in Kentucky. It's 2019. My marriage has lasted 56 years, and I still love the man. My three children live far from us, and we do miss them; however, it's fine with just he and me. We are best friends. I love my dogs and my horses. I have failed as a writer (dreams died long ago), but I still dabble now and then. I have always been restless; perhaps because I have moved so many times in my life. I feel like something is waiting to happen around the corner. I graduated from Salem College at 55 years of age. I am a woman.

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: