Notes From a Slightly Crazed Person

I sit.  In my bathtub.  Cocooned in bubbles.  It has the best view in the house.  And as long as there’s hot water, I’m happy.  Puckered skin and all.  

Bird life is plentiful from my window.  Up on the third floor, I’m in the treetops with them.  I can also see further out where they fish and fly with each other. In my crazed state, I wonder why they always insist on flocking together.  Poodles play with Dachshunds.  Siamese cats play with strays. 

Why, then, don’t Herons occasionally hang with Egrets?  Ibis with Pelicans?  Surely they have individual strengths, which put together, could make for a fuller whole?  Doesn’t diversity broaden horizons?  Make for better understanding, and in their case, improved nest building and food scavenging.   Is it just their feathers or is there something deeper that keeps them apart?

I, for one, have always had fun when I flew away from my flock.  Even for a short time.  I learned things, laughed hard, grew a bit.   I’ve always returned but for that little while, I went someplace different.  Outside my normal.  Sometimes even a bit further.

Maybe birds do that when we’re not watching.  I don’t stay up late enough to know but it’s a comforting thought.  A hopeful one.  In any case, it’s time for me to get out of the tub now.  The water’s gone to chill.

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