This morning I was playing in the yard with my sweet Luna. A mellow morning because we had dog friends over yesterday to play and she is usually pretty tired the next day. A quick game of fetch and she was ready to lay on the big pillow under my feet.
The birds are back early this year or maybe I just now notice? They came just before the big storm. Do you think they are prepared? Do they stop at the store for veggies and get ready to be inside for the weekend? Was their supermarket out of bananas too?
I miss the outside world and humans as I am now making up stories about the birds.
Last night at the grocery store, a long line meant some chatting with my fellow line waiters. Filling their carts with food for the weekend - in case we get 5ft of snow and can't run to get the frozen pizza. A long line makes for a quick chat. Unless you are the stoic guy behind me who just wanted to get home.
The woman in front of me mentioned her husband at least 5 times in a span of that 30 minute wait in line. I guess that is how it is when you have a person. You talk about them and bring them with you where ever you go.
Do you think the birds do that too? All this morning chatter, was it about the mate or the thing that happened at the store or the latest gossip about the nest next door? They sure had lots to say this morning and I hope they have safe warm nests and a fridge full of frozen bird seed, if we do get that much snow.
ps i know no one reads this - but if by chance someone does, will you post a comment? I am just curious if there is an echo in the void.
The words to go with the art. Because Art doesn't speak for itself.