brazen bold bluejay
hogs large birdfeeder
grabs one seed and bolts
small chipping sparrow
flees to small feeding window
to make a withdrawal or two
quick brown chipmunk
vacuums between green grass blades
packing cheek pouches with loot
one male blackbird
flashes bright red wing bars
coming in for fast food takeout
I sit behind my kitchen window
grateful to be alive
and eating indoors
Most days I’m mesmerized by the way birds cooperate in order to get a bite to eat. Actually, I’m not sure they’re cooperating. They seem to love or at least tolerate their unspoken pecking order, which lies at the bottom of most of their unruly behavior.
Almost every day I wonder what it would take to live in a different human pecking order. One based on need and the desire to survive together. Not on our current order driven by size, brilliant feathers, or loud, rude voices.
Last night I was feeling down. Having my computer keyboard die on me yesterday was more than I’d planned on. Most evenings, I write in my journal. Last night I decided to read from Without a Flight Plan. It was just what the doctor ordered. A bit of birdseed to get me through the night.
This post was created with thanks to D for loaning me his ThinkPad.
Thanks to you for stopping by!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 27 April 2021
Photo found at ebay.com