Could I blog less? I dont think so.
I have two things I could talk about.. they’re on complete opposite sides of the spectrum.
1. The Bird Story
2. The Birthmonth Project
We’ll go with story number 1, for today and save number 2 for tomorrow. (Remind me, would you?)
So, I’m driving to work this morning, after light therapy, and I see a bird, alive, with an obviously broken wing in the middle of the road. It was a seagull, and my first thought was ‘why is there a seagull in the middle of North Carolina? the ocean is all the way over there.’ I avoided hitting the struggling bird, and became very sad because there wasnt anything I could do for him. I thought about pulling over and helping him to the side of the road, but I was in the middle lane on 15-501 and no chance of getting over anytime soon. Then I thought, ‘he’s a seagull, he’d probably pluck me to death, not realizing I’m trying to help him.’ and then I thought of the seagulls in ‘Finding Nemo’. And then I was even more sad that I couldnt help the poor poor bird. So, I prayed that someone with gardening gloves and more savvy driving skills than myself would see the bird, before it was hit, and rescue it. Hopefully, they’ll have the time to take him to the pet hospital down the road.
And I dont even like birds that much.
But that wasnt my only recent incident with birds… last week, on the way to a church thing, Steve hit a bird. He was driving, and I was looking out and saw a couple of beautiful red birds playing on the side of the road. And I thought ‘what cute little birds…’ followed by a scream of shock as Steve blew through the bird and we heard a big clunk under the car. I dont think he did it on purpose, he just didnt see the thing. The funny part was when we parked the car in the church parking lot and got out, there was a bird on the telephone wire chirping. Without even looking at it, I said ‘that’s right little guy, yell at him for running over your brother.’ We look up, and there’s a red bird. It made us both sad.
