As I wandered past one of the windows, once again, I saw it: a bird staring at me. Now, I know you'll think it just landed on the window ledge outside; I thought that, too, the first hundred times it happened. That is, until I walk up to them and spend some time in a mutual stare down. Shouldn't birds just fly away, frightened by the specter of a barely coherent humanoid-type chick? Nope. They just stare at me; I'm birdseye-invisible.
I get my camera, because I'm that kind of humanoid (and the bird is willing to wait, he has no where else to go right now). You know just the kind I'm talking about - the kind humanoid that takes pictures of stupid things and forces her friends to look at them later on. Like now.
|"Howdy...you need a new nightgown."|
As unlikely as it seems, I suspect animals stalk me. Maybe I'm secreting some animal lover pheromone or perhaps "friendly human" has a smell (maybe they'll hate me after I shower). Or they just like me; I can't decide. But there's something that is alternately awe inspiring or weirdly cordial about the way critters will stop and stare at me. This doesn't happen to anyone else in my family.
|"If you could just hold me while I decide where to fly..."|
The picture above is a goldfinch. It was sitting in the yard, so I tried to see how close I could get to one of my stalker birds. Turns out, I can get close enough to reach down and pick it up! My eyes scanned the bird from all angles and I couldn't see a thing wrong with it. My son, excited at the prospect of a critter interaction, begged to hold it. No problem, I thought, this is one freakingly agreeable finch. The bird saw things differently, twisting and turning till it got free from his hands and flew into the bathroom...where I walked over to it and it calmly got back on my hand. Bird and I hung out together for about fifteen minutes and then I walked out in the yard, held my hand up near our big oak and it flew away, without hesitation.
It's not just birds...why would a snake stare at me through the window? What would a snake find interesting about watching me working at a desk. Desk envy? You know he can't type. Rabbits, squirrels, a goose, strange dogs and a groundhog have all stopped and stared in the window or the screen door.
You're making me a little paranoid, mother nature. Oh, I love it most of the time.
All this to say, critters - I know that you get the short end of the stick on many issues. Today is labor day, and strangely, it's a day when many humanoids don't labor. I extend this opportunity to all of the critters who feel it's their job to keep an eye on me. It's your day off. Enjoy.
|I felt like someone was watching me as I brought in groceries.|