Welcome nice readers. Thanks for being here.
Philip the Bard will return tomorrow but for today a little something different. My journey with birds.
Last night when I was putting our chickens “to bed” one of them jumped up on my shoulder while I was waiting for the stragglers to enter the coop. She looked directly at me with her little round eyes and we shared a moment. I was touched by her soul at that moment and felt a connection that was healthy and loving. I love my chickens.
I haven’t always had a good relationship with birds. When I was a kid, eight or nine years old the birds outside our house started attacking me. No one else. Every time I’d go outside they’d start swooping down towards my head. They never pecked me but they came awfully close. My Dad didn’t believe me so he’d go out and . . . nothing, no birds. Then I’d step out onto the front lawn and immediately the birds were all over me. We tried changing the color of my shirt, the door I came out of but nothing would dissuade those birds from attacking me. fortunately we moved not too long after this.
Then as a young man in my twenties I went with a buddy to visit his family in Petaluma. The family had some sort of exotic bird. Every time they gave me the bird he pooped on my. Again no one believed this at first so the bird was passed around and indeed he only pooped when he was on my shoulder.
Later that evening I was sitting at one end of the couch and my buddy at the other end with the bird. The bird jumped off my buddies’ shoulder and started walking across the back of the couch towards me. He got half way and pooped. He looked at me for a brief moment then turned around and went back to my friend. I figure since he’d lost his load there was no point in going further.
I am glad that I have seemed to have healed my relationship with birds. I hope to have a good relationship with all of nature and humanity.
Never mix red wine with Oodo.
Earth Year 2014
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