The last two weeks have brought water from my eyes. At times behind closed doors and while walking down the middle of a crowded street.
Native to NYC as rats are to the subway as pigeons are to rooftops as hawks are to Ppark as racoons are to Cpark as squirrels are to the ‘hood,
Sparrows rule NYC.
Little dictators who at times remind me of the honey badger when competing with pigeons for bread crumbs.
Mom loved birds, particularly cardinals, blue jays and cockatiels which she had as pets. She kept bird feeders in the backyard filled with seed that attracted every animal imaginable as well as providing seeds for seedlings erupting in the ground below.
Mom loved birds and I miss her.
The last two weeks with July 4th approaching brought unease and depression.
Three little birds brought awareness.
happened in front of a church during a work-related training. I was feeding a sparrow crumbs from a bagel and thought it strange how the bird would pick up a crumb, fly away, return and repeat the process. It finally dawned on me that the mom bird was actually bringing food to her nest. What an incredible workout her wings endured as she flew across the street, near the opening of a roof to feed her young.
Talk about free food delivery.
During a training run in Ppark, spotted a sparrow I thought was in distress. Not sure what was going on or if interference was required. My run slowed as I approached the tree filled area. This smaller than normal sparrow was trying to fly and at first it looked as if it was cray-cray as I was or directionally challenged as I am. The beautiful being flew down then up, down then up, down then up, down and up then finally, flew in a straight line to another tree across the pathway.
Guess the youngin’ ain’t coming home anytime soon.
(” Fly robin fly. Up, up to the sky” and yes it was a sparrow I saw and not a robin but I like the song)
Katie (the greyt) and I strolled up Lincoln Place, a route we normally follow, one block over from our crib. The song of high-pitched bleeps grabbed my attention as it was harsh on the ears. Of course the sound did not bother Katie’s as her nose was to the ground leading her mind. On a low branch in a Ginko tree sat a nest comprised of twigs and NYC’s finest collection of plastics and weeds-yeah bird, for keeping it real and with some serious improving! Three hungry open beaks protruded from the top of the nest. I was in awe.!
A city slicker seeing an actual bird’s nest for the first time!! As I was staring and Katie sniffing the ground beneath our feet, I heard a squawk from a near-by tree and turned to see Mama glaring at me with the biggest black eyes for miles and…she wasn’t no sparrow. But she wasn’t no crow. We exchanged mutual glares and I went on my way because I remember Alfred Hitchcock’s movie!
Three little birds…
I’d like to believe my mom was sending some signs: eat properly, leave the safety of the nest and explore, and a home is what you make it to be worts and all.
She always told me to take care of myself and I know she loved me deeply, defensively, and unconditionally.
Thank you mom and I love you round the world and back!