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Thursday, April 17, 2008
. . . did some birdwatching
Birds are pretty cool when they are perched on a birdfeeder outside or soaring through the air or sitting in their nests tending their eggs or babies. Birds are pretty creepy when they're inside your house. I went outside yesterday intending to sit on the back porch and read for a while. For a change the weather was beautiful. I left the screen door open because there aren't any bugs, and because it was off its track and hard to close without falling out, and because I was going to be right there anyway. But I got sidetracked out to the garden and started cleaning up, which lasted longer than I realized. When I got back to the porch, I realized that the door had been open for over an hour. I anticipated perhaps the neighbor's cat wandering around inside; however, a frantic wren was in there, wretchedly beating its wings against the window, trying to get back outside. Of course, the closer I got to it, the more frantic it became. Finally I managed to get both windows open, and it flew away. It couldn't have been inside very long, thank goodness; it left no evidence behind. Up close and personal, I think there is something deeply prehistoric about birds.