so, i am being wooed by a two-winged, multi-tonal, sassing, plagiarizing feathered foul (i mean fowl). he has been completely unprovoked by any "home invasions", and for some reason for the past 6 weeks he has been coming to my door handle at work to mock me, taunt me, or is it just to woo? he'll come twice a day, peck at the glass, and then attempt to fly in. yesterday he did it six times. yes, six. mr. mockingbird, it is time to find something better to do (he didn't come back today; i guess i kinda miss him now).
yesterday after my morning exercise i was stretching silently on the porch and was disturbed suddenly by a ruckus coming from the bushes. squirrels usually do not make it on my list of cute fuzzy creatures to sympathize with, but this one was being ganged up on by 3 typically antagonistic felines. mercy kicked in. the squirrel hid right behind me as the hunters cornered their game. the cats circled around me but were too afraid to make a move. i armed myself with pecans (just to impede any attempts they might make), and another squirrel up in a tree sent down its threatening squirrely prayers in protection of its friend. the cats abandoned the hunt as my towering figure frightened them away, and the squirrel stayed scared stiff behind me for a while. when i offered him a pecan, he flew; i've never seen a squirrel jump like that. i hope one day he'll reconcile himself to me and we'll become the best of friends.
and lastly, i sat on my porch a couple of days ago talking on the phone (why can't we cellular companies get it right by allowing us to talk in our homes?) when i noticed a furry caterpillar climbing on my knee. i didn't feel him make it up my leg, but was none too happy to have this visitor on me. i gently flicked him off desiring not to harm him (but to give him a hope and a future), and i watched him land safely at the bottom of the stoop. two minutes later, guess who was staring me in the face? yes, he made it back up; so i flicked him gently once again. what a strange coincidence, i thought to myself. i continued to talk on the phone and chit chat when i looked down at my knee to a white blur. yes, once again. three times in a 10 minute span of time. this time i let him crawl to the other knee and make his way down.
well, yesterday i was sitting on the porch listening to a dear friend tell me a wonderful story of exciting news. sure enough, i looked down on my knee and guess who was there to greet me?
nature tales from my stoop in the burbs (correction; stoop in the city(?))
1 comment:
oh, no, crestview isn't burbs is it?!
What delightful stories, and so sweetly told. I love seeing you here, Micah-est.
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