This Deck is for the Birds
Written by Ann Pietrangelo on June 19th, 2009 in Conversations, Strange but True.
I like to spend my afternoons out on the deck, writing on my laptop. The little deck gets just the right amount of sun and shade, and we have a cozy little bistro table for two. We’ve got a lot of birds, and the sound of their singing sets a peaceful tone.
That wasn’t the case today, however. A couple of very tiny birds made no attempt to hide their displeasure with my presence. The sounds they made could hardly be called singing anymore, it was more like screeching. I tried to appear non-threatening and continued with my work, but they were rather insistent that I vacate the premises or be subjected to the high pitched racket all afternoon. Stubborn little things.
They’ve got a nest in that tree, and I’m too close for comfort. I hated to give up my own perch on this beautiful afternoon, but remembering the flack that President Obama took for killing a fly, decided to relinquish the area to proud little parents. The animal rights people should be pretty pleased with my sacrifice for the animal kingdom.
Sigh.
