I’ll kick and scream about whatever I want and deliver ranting, awful posts here when they’re due. To offset the terrible stuff, I’ll be happy to tell a nice story when the mood strikes me.
Some things will never change. For instance,
my forever love of birds, nature, and photography.
For a Bluebird, I’ll always slow down and admire them. I can’t not stop and watch a Bluebird and listen to its sweet melody. It’s the little things – life’s small pleasures – that are worth my time. Isn’t it sad to know that little bird is invisible to about nine out of ten people driving to and from the shopping mall? Perhaps they're too busy texting to notice.
If I’m feeling miserable
I’ll seek out my Boston Terriers who make me smile every few minutes.
Uh oh. One lawn ornament is different from the others.
I’ll take good photos but also appreciate ones that aren’t so good, as they were taken for a reason. They’re images of my own exciting moments, silly as they may be.
I saw a white plastic bag I thought might be a Snowy Owl… what an adrenaline rush.
I don’t care how smart they are. I’ll continue to feed my pigeons and gripe and complain about them until the day I die. I’d name a few other species here but I don’t want to push the card too far, even though I could.
Regardless of the position of the sun, I’ll stop and admire a hawk, knowing that I’ll get a fantastic shot of one real soon to add to my collection. I’ve learned to be a bit more patient in 2009 and that’s a notable accomplishment for this Aries personality.
If that hawk shot doesn’t come
when Coop races overhead in pursuit of a meal,
I’ll shiver at the sound of fabric ripping
and sigh deeply at the wonder of it all.
If I can invent ways to have more time for doing things other than work, I’ll practice photographing birds in flight. Perhaps I should learn to use my camera first, after I learn how to invent more time.
I curse the most during times like this.
Northern Mockingbirds will forever be close to my heart.
I will always drop my bags on the driveway and hold my camera, just to get shots like these. Let the snobby neighbors wonder what I’m up to. Mockingbird examined me curiously as if I were a nut. I laughed and talked to this bird for five minutes or more as it perched on our golfer in the front yard. And here it goes:
Me: Well, good morning. I see you over there. It’s only me, the grape lady. Yes, we’ve met.
Bird: You’re a kook with a capital K.
Me: HA! Yes, I’m a kook. I don’t mind if you rest on that kind looking man but will you stay for a few minutes?
Bird: Alrighty then. I have a little surprise for you and this kind looking man, too.
Me: (snickering) Ok, let’s have it.
Bird: Ahhh. Get this from another angle, too, grape lady. You may zoom in a bit.
Me: I like your style, Mocker. You have personality with a capital P.
If you have not had a conversation with a backyard bird, please do. They listen. Live a little in 2010.
Lastly, I will continue to put it right out here whenever I can. I stopped the car for the sole reason to take this snapshot because, you see, I can’t help the irrational way I feel. I’ve been thinking about it for many years but never said this before. There’s a lot to be sad about in this wild world, however,
every year, there are unwanted, leftover, horizontal Christmas trees wasted on deserted, trampled lots, and I feel very sad for them. They provided shelter for birds and stood lovely and vertical for years! They had a life once and we took it away.
Now, I’m stepping backwards,
slowly and quietly,
into another room,
and I’m closing the door.
Ya’ll talk about me all you want cuz I won't hear you. I understand.
Happy New Year. Live well, laugh, love, and stomp your feet whenever you want.