Life is good. I take part time jobs to help out with money. It bring smiles at dinner with my Mom and sister. Mom got sick, so I focus more on working. When Mom died I coped day by day. When my sister got married she suggested I move away. It...
In the dusky light, squawking and disturbed birds circle around us.
Some land on the ground and chirp. Acting more like barking little dogs than birds.
The damsel and her friend are really looking beset and nervous.
My mind runs a tune. Blackbird, a lovely melody by a famous musical set of British lads.
I start singing
"Nightbirds startled in waning light!
Rest your weary wings and do not cry.
I wasn't here to make you rise and fly.
Nightbirds scolding with good right.
Please go and find your favorite perch.
It was me, I'll be so good. You may end your search.
Nightbirds....
Let me make it be alright.
Nightbirds..
Rest from the startled shaken perch."
With arms lifted I turn slowly and point to the sets of birds flying in groups.
Groups in formations.
Groups flying in a 'kite tail waving' line.
As the noise settles, I continue humming and letting my arms hang outwardly. Like bird wings held out, but held low.
A bird lands on my hand and brushes both sides of its beak on my finger.
I tell it what a good protector it is. It flies away.
The man looks at me and says "YOU COMMAND ANIMALS TOO!"
Responding I assure them that the birds were not being commanded. I do not think I have that skill. I was only soothing them and calming them. The little bird was showing a territorial action. It must stay very close by.
Birds are delicate, so they settle many troubles with posture and sound. The beak rubbing is a clear sign. This space is mine.
After the birds stop making noise, the man walks off. Our camp is quite silent.
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