A little bird 
, couldn't tell you what kind- just little- landed on my patio railing the other day while I was out there enjoying the 195, 000 degree heat (107 F)(was actually waiting for the bird to burst into flames in some surreal Monty Python-esque "phumf!", but no go).
So the little birds lands there, maybe three feet away from me -pretty brave little bird- and I'm thinking to myself, "what mystical sign is this for? It's not a raven or a dove, or even a pidgeon- (which I understand means you're going to have a shitty day)-? It's just some little bird. RIght there. Hmmm. Weird. I wonder what he (or she) is thinking right now."
Just when I finished that, "wonder what..." thought, it turns it's little head, positioning it's little beady black eye so as to take me in in all my wonderous glory (or horrible terror). It even tilts it's head a bit, kind of like a dog when it's trying to figure out if you really know what they're thinking.
So I'm sitting there, smoking and smoldering, in the middle of what seemed like an eternal staring contest with this little bird. I didn't know what to think, what to do. I didn't want to move, as it would surely fly away.
So I did what comes naturally to me: I said, "hey, little bird, what's up?"
It didn't reply.
This went on for a few seconds (which seemed like a few minutes, of course) until my cigarette was near it's end.
At this point I thought I would try to communicate with it, you know, the way anyone would. I tried telepathy, but the muscle relaxers were still working pretty good, I was having a hard time reading my own thoughts. Then I tried whistling to it. At first, it cocked it's head to a different angle, it kinda looked like it was asking what the hell was wrong with me.
THen I tried my version of chirping. It came out sounding more like a 3 year old trying to blow a bubble with bubble gum, with a little squeak here and there.
So finally, I gave up, and just started talking to it like I would my ex- I just rambled on, never expecting a reply or even a sign that what I was saying was sinking in in any way shape or form.
Well, about the time I was getting into my story about this rash that I discovered on the back of my neck, it just up and flew away.
At first I was offended- how rude. You don't just get up and take off in the middle of a heartfelt conversation like that. But then, I gave it some thought. It was only a bird afterall. Who was I to keep it from it's schedule.
So I finished the 2nd cigarette that I lit during our 'conversation' and got up to go inside when, out of the corner of my eye I see something up and to the left, just beyond the rooftop. I look up and see its the same bird (at least it sure looked like the same bird, but who knows, they all look alike to me). It flies right above me toward the west. I wave to it, as if to say, "nice talking with you, thanks for listening".
Just as I'm about to step through the sliding glass door- "splat!" Right down the back of my neck. Warm, a little bit chunky. It smelled of fertilizer and grass, with a little-something else-. I went inside, cursing under to myself.
I took that as a definite sign of my conversation skills. See if I'm ever nice to a little bird again.
That really bothered me- the rest of my day was ruined. I couldn't focus at work, I couldn't talk to people like normal. A couple co-workers came up to me and asked me what was wrong. But I wouldn't talk about it. It was too embarassing. Besides. what was I gonna say
So the next day I wake up earlier than my alarm, which is a rarity. I felt great! A new day! A beautiful day. It wasn't 100 degrees already, so that was a plus.
I was getting myself ready, the S-S-S, and when I went to put my "aloe-vera" lotion on the rash on the back of my neck, I found that it was completely cleared up. Just like that! I had been putting aloe and other lotions on it for days, and nothing seemed to help.
Then I realized: The little bird. It WAS listening. And it DID care. And, apparently, it was much smarter than it's lack of facial expressions and verbalizations made it out to be.
I was offended by the fact that it shit on me, when in actuality, it was doing me a favor. Absolutely wonderful.
So next time you see a wild animal staring at you aimlessly, don't jump to conclusions that it's just a dumb animal. And most importantly, whenever a wild animal feels inclined to take a dump on you or in your vicinity, feel honored, not grossed out. People can learn a thing or two here...
Hmmm...
Peace!
, couldn't tell you what kind- just little- landed on my patio railing the other day while I was out there enjoying the 195, 000 degree heat (107 F)(was actually waiting for the bird to burst into flames in some surreal Monty Python-esque "phumf!", but no go).
So the little birds lands there, maybe three feet away from me -pretty brave little bird- and I'm thinking to myself, "what mystical sign is this for? It's not a raven or a dove, or even a pidgeon- (which I understand means you're going to have a shitty day)-? It's just some little bird. RIght there. Hmmm. Weird. I wonder what he (or she) is thinking right now."
Just when I finished that, "wonder what..." thought, it turns it's little head, positioning it's little beady black eye so as to take me in in all my wonderous glory (or horrible terror). It even tilts it's head a bit, kind of like a dog when it's trying to figure out if you really know what they're thinking.
So I'm sitting there, smoking and smoldering, in the middle of what seemed like an eternal staring contest with this little bird. I didn't know what to think, what to do. I didn't want to move, as it would surely fly away.
So I did what comes naturally to me: I said, "hey, little bird, what's up?"
It didn't reply.
This went on for a few seconds (which seemed like a few minutes, of course) until my cigarette was near it's end.
At this point I thought I would try to communicate with it, you know, the way anyone would. I tried telepathy, but the muscle relaxers were still working pretty good, I was having a hard time reading my own thoughts. Then I tried whistling to it. At first, it cocked it's head to a different angle, it kinda looked like it was asking what the hell was wrong with me.
THen I tried my version of chirping. It came out sounding more like a 3 year old trying to blow a bubble with bubble gum, with a little squeak here and there.
So finally, I gave up, and just started talking to it like I would my ex- I just rambled on, never expecting a reply or even a sign that what I was saying was sinking in in any way shape or form.
Well, about the time I was getting into my story about this rash that I discovered on the back of my neck, it just up and flew away.
At first I was offended- how rude. You don't just get up and take off in the middle of a heartfelt conversation like that. But then, I gave it some thought. It was only a bird afterall. Who was I to keep it from it's schedule.
So I finished the 2nd cigarette that I lit during our 'conversation' and got up to go inside when, out of the corner of my eye I see something up and to the left, just beyond the rooftop. I look up and see its the same bird (at least it sure looked like the same bird, but who knows, they all look alike to me). It flies right above me toward the west. I wave to it, as if to say, "nice talking with you, thanks for listening".
Just as I'm about to step through the sliding glass door- "splat!" Right down the back of my neck. Warm, a little bit chunky. It smelled of fertilizer and grass, with a little-something else-. I went inside, cursing under to myself.
I took that as a definite sign of my conversation skills. See if I'm ever nice to a little bird again.
That really bothered me- the rest of my day was ruined. I couldn't focus at work, I couldn't talk to people like normal. A couple co-workers came up to me and asked me what was wrong. But I wouldn't talk about it. It was too embarassing. Besides. what was I gonna say
So the next day I wake up earlier than my alarm, which is a rarity. I felt great! A new day! A beautiful day. It wasn't 100 degrees already, so that was a plus.
I was getting myself ready, the S-S-S, and when I went to put my "aloe-vera" lotion on the rash on the back of my neck, I found that it was completely cleared up. Just like that! I had been putting aloe and other lotions on it for days, and nothing seemed to help.
Then I realized: The little bird. It WAS listening. And it DID care. And, apparently, it was much smarter than it's lack of facial expressions and verbalizations made it out to be.
I was offended by the fact that it shit on me, when in actuality, it was doing me a favor. Absolutely wonderful.
So next time you see a wild animal staring at you aimlessly, don't jump to conclusions that it's just a dumb animal. And most importantly, whenever a wild animal feels inclined to take a dump on you or in your vicinity, feel honored, not grossed out. People can learn a thing or two here...
Hmmm...
Peace!
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More music is in the process of being recorded, so maybe I'd rather wait until it's done. You already know about QB3, right? Other than that project, which I'm still very proud of, most of the music I did in the past feels dated. There's new stuff coming up, hang in there!
by the way, pigeons let loose on my car windshield no matter how often i don't clean it.. but you're right, they do know more than they're willing to tell.
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