I do believe I was just buzzed by a sparrow, with intent.
See, I’m sitting on our porch steps, a few paces from our little flower circle, with some small trees, bird bath and feeder. Which due to my neglect hadn’t yet been filled, part of my morning chores.
Now here I am trying to squeeze in a cup of coffee, a couple PBJs, and some computer time, before I get back to that HoneyDo list, oblivious to the empty bird feeder.
Suddenly this small bird dives right past my head, close enough to practically feel the air burst of his little wingtip. I sure did hear it. I look up to notice the empty feeder forlornly swaying in the morning breeze, and the birdie alighting on a branch.
And I’m sure that is exactly what little birdie was trying to do. He knew I would get up and fill it. As a side note, there are times, I swear I can hear a special sort of chirping going out, when I pull the feeder off the tree and walk it over to where the seeds are kept, to fill it and return it to the tree.
Sometimes I look around and realize I’ve gone Thoreau one better. Drier with less of everything, but still awesome in its own way, 13 years now and a salvation in these days.
