Sunday, July 20, 2008

Birdman Strikes Again



Yes, my husband, Birdman extraordinaire, has struck again. Unfortunately, this time he struck out. In an attempt to move past the now perfected hummingbird call, my handsome hubby reached out to the neighborhood bluejays--literally. Today I watched as he stood, arms straight out at his sides, palms up and chock full of peanuts--waiting for the jays. Though the sun pounded down on his browning skin; though the ants crawled through his leg hair and up his calves; though the heat was positively sweltering; he was unwavering in his almost half hour effort to convince a bluejay that it was safe to eat out of his hand. When it became crystal clear that the birds were in no way interested, Michael slumped his shoulders and dejectedly returned to our porch. From his cushioned rocker he watched with great disdain as the bluejays dove to retrieve peanuts--from the feeder. And so it is with great trepidation that I face tomorrow, as I'm not sure HOW one goes about enticing robins...but I'll bet I'm going to find out. Without further ado, I present to you--the Birdman of North Strabane.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

and yet, remarkably, from a distance, you people appear so normal ..