“FLY GIRL”, 2005,11″ x 11″ x 4″, bone,shell,gravel

I never really heard of a child who loved bird watching.

Which makes me think it is an adult thing that some of us grow into.

Like coffee or something.

I, myself, love birds.

When I can see them, that is, as my eyesight ain’t the best.

They are so little and fast and unpredictable and shy.

And the men are parading around in their finery instead of the women and that feels good to me.

Makes me heave a sigh of relief.

Some birds choose partners for life like ravens.

I always have to stop what I am doing and watch a pair of black silhouettes against an inky blue sky rolling and tumbling as they play tag then contentedly flying off to dinner somewhere in some secret glade.

Yeah, I’m a romantic to the core and I’m stickin’ to it.

Birds voices are clear and sure and as individual as ours.

They say what they have to say with extreme economy and move on.

I respect that.

They also have established territory and protect it.

I like that too.

They can be fierce in their approach as a hawk to it’s prey,

And silently guide a car down a dark and lonely road as an owl did for me one time.

The thing that impresses me most is the seeming ‘nothing extra’ in their existence.

Power, pleasure, protection,preening, personality and plain old sittin’ around on fences just looking at stuff.

Then they lift themselves effortlessly into the void and follow some compass we’ll never know and FLY.

By God, they FLY.

And I try not to fall prey to envy.


One Response to “Birds”

  1. Peggy L Nelson on August 14th, 2010

    Sometimes I just lay in my bed or sit on my deck with my eyes closed and imagine that I can feel my spirit soaring like bird. I wish my dense body could follow… and maybe someday it will.

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