Well, you see, I like birds. I really enjoy watching them, feeding them, identifying them. While growing up, I had no idea about birds. I thought they were all pretty much the same. We called Cardinals, red birds. We called Blue Jays, blue birds. Those were really the only ones I remember differentiating. All of the others were just lumped into one big bird-ish category. I started paying attention when I met Mary. She taught me about watching birds. Now I know a lot.

Some people get all freaked out about birds. At some point in their lives, I think they’ve either been pecked by a chicken, chased by a goose, or have seen the movie by Alfred Hitchcock. We were eating breakfast out the other morning, and a restaurant manager was working near the front of the building. A bird sort of flew in her near vicinity. She screamed. She yelped. She started waiving her arms around, running to and fro, and “Shoo, shoo, shoo”-ing. She was pretty frantic, really. I snorted orange juice out my nose. Probably because I like birds, and they don’t affect me that way. They mostly make me want to smile…. and dance.

Rockin’ Robin. Blackbird singing in the dead of night. And if that Mockingbird don’ sing….

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