I spent time watching the robins attack the golden delicious that still dot the tree. All kinds of questions arose, like…
If the apple the bird is eating falls to the ground, does the bird follow it?
Do the birds ever fly away with apple flivel left on their face, thus opening themselves up to all kinds of avian verbal abuse?
Do some birds prefer to dive into partially consumed apples while others opt for unsullied ones?
Do the robins send just one robin ahead to conduct a recon before the others decide to swoop in?
Amazing how curious and creative we can be when we probably should be doing other stuff. [I can see now why my students were ever more inventive when I had other plans for the day.]
An interesting parallel thought on the intersection of writing and bird-watching…
“Until I went out looking for birds, I did not understand how much I hungered to leave the self-consciousness of the writer behind.”
–Katherine Towler [Why Do Writers Love Birding So Much?]
Speaking of other stuff…managed to dodge the Cyber Monday craze.
Black Friday was another story, as we ‘treated’ ourselves to a new clothes washer.
I guess it was time. Neighbors fled as I approached. On Allied Waste pick-up day, some looked away as I walked by, choosing to linger over their open trash barrels. Subtle…but I finally got the hint. ;-]