Wednesday morning

25 January 2017

— Two wood doves sitting atop my rose trellis

Good Morning All,

Dorothy, one of those two doves on the rose trellis, says to the other, “So, what’s the deal here? All that birdseed laying around?”

The other dove, Angela, answers, “Beats me! Mickey the Magpie told me it’s some guy just moved in, come down from up north somewhere. Some fat old guy in a baseball cap, every morning, in his pajamas and ratty old moccasins, comes out with two coffee cans full.”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“Would I kid you, birdbrain?” Angela says affectionately. “One can of sunflower seeds for all those damn little brown birds at their precious feeders, and the other can of mixed wheat and oats and barley for us under the feeders.”

“Yeah, okay, but why?” Dorothy asks. “Not to mention all those bits of bread laying around big as life in the grass?”

“End pieces, looks like,” Angela says. “Guess the guy doesn’t like end pieces.”

“I don’t like it,” says Dorothy. “You know that song about them blackbirds got baked in that pie? I don’t like this at all.”

“Hey, no feathers off my wing,” says Angela, “more for the rest of us.”

“Gotta be some angle here,” Dorothy says, giving her feathers a ruffle. “What’s in it for him?”

“You asking me?” Angela says. “You asking me what a human gets out of anything? The first bird answers that question gets a whole island down there, the Bahamas.”

Go Well and Stay Well,

Bhekaron

P.S. Well, okay, just one more little bit. Some names are simply music slipping off one’s tongue. For me, Alexander Graham Bell is one such a name. It is right up there with my all-time favorite little song of a name, Uffe Ellemann Jensen, (Oof fuh el luh man yen sen), Denmark’s one-time Minister of Foreign Affairs.