Bird Chatter
What say the birds
Atop sun drenched branches
Looking down upon green meadows
Under a blanket of blue sky
Is it songs of joy?
Pleased for the summer sun
Calling to neighbours in song
“What a glorious day it is!”
Are they songs of alarm?
Warning those on nearby trees
While rushing back to nestlings
“Intruder! Intruder there! Look out everyone!”
Maybe territorial disputes?
Happy sounding tweeting
Actually heated arguing
“This tree is mine! Get out of here crow!”
Most likely it is all of these things
The sounds of an avian city
The chatter of life
Gossip, love, fear and happiness
My favourite songs are the distant ones
Drifting from deeper within the woods
Where the birds sing unaware
Knowing only of their neighbourhood goings on
As I eavesdrop and wonder about the tree top conversations.
MONDAY…
--- Pull a hamstring at softball. Not too bad but enough to get me off the field and call for a pinch runner after jogging to first when I hit.
TUESDAY…
--- Hamstring improving already. Some ice after work and taking it pretty easy.
WEDNESDAY…
--- Skip the Wednesday softball to work on the hamstring. Do a half hour walk with no problem but it’s still tender and a bit tight.
THURSDAY…
--- Forty minute walk today. The hamstring continues to improve.
FRIDAY…
--- Tired after work today. Swing by the grocery store after work and am surprised to run in to Sarah there. In a bigger city, running in to anybody that you know is unusual. Doing it with someone you consider a friend is a little treat in the day.
--- No walk today. Nap a bit and mow the lawns after I get home from the grocery store and work.
SATURDAY…
--- Wake and glance at the clock thinking it says 8:55. And I have a relaxed sigh thinking it’s nice to have my first sleep in since leaving CPSIC and shift work. On second look, I see that it’s actually 6:55… but there’s no rolling over at this point.
--- Go for an hour and fifteen minute walk. It’s perfect out. Blue sky, light breeze, 22 degrees. Take a few pictures and several videos in the creeks where tadpoles and fish are active. There’s something great about being outside in a place where people and machinery are not the dominant noise makers. Instead I hear the birds through the trees and long grasses, the scuffling of my boots over the hard baked dirt, and the gentle breath of summer air into my ears.
--- Afternoon baseball on TV. Saturday afternoon Blue Jay games are almost too painful to watch from the point of view of the distraction around the game. The game is almost secondary on Saturday telecasts. Instead we get constant reminders of Junior Jays Saturdays… with kids on TV as much as the game on the field. We hear kids posing as public address announcers and have in stand TV guys interviewing prostrate cancer survivors while the play goes on. When I was a kid, it was enough to simply take us to the games. We didn’t need to be thrown on TV or given a microphone. And yes, prostrate cancer is a cause worth taking on… but I don’t know why a sporting event is so often chosen as a platform for such causes.
--- Today is the 40th anniversary of the release of Jaws. It’s actually being played at the Mayfair this afternoon. Maybe I should have gone rather than have a relaxing day around home. The Jaws sequels were unnecessary and silly. But the original is a terrific movie. Sure the mechanical shark doesn’t look real and the story is unrealistic. But the cinematography and acting is amazing. And little gems… like a shooting star that was caught while filming. I’d think the original Jaws is one of my five favourite movies.
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