So you think you have a hard life? Think again, you indulged kitties and lap dog puppies. Oh, no I am not done yet…all you wild life who walk freely among the Two Legged and Four Legged. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you too have to scrounge for food but does a gust of wind pick you up like you are Toto in the Wizard of Oz transporting you to the land of, you know, Oz.
Like, we are not in Kansas anymore. More often than not we don’t even get to Oz but are catapulted head first in to a building, a tree or a pane of glass…Now that is bad news for the superstitious Two footed, unless we are just stunned, shake our heads, flap our wings and take off again.
I know, I know, like me, Ms. Robin Red Breast, you are always being hunted….but if you are careful and ahead of the curve, you can go incognito, hiding from the enemy. You know, all of us beautifully feathered flying fowl, have a reputation of being well….bird brains. That is just so discriminating. Like some of us got ‘em, some not so much…
You know the ones I mean. The birds that think it is safe to swoop down and pick worms out of Momma’s garden….big mistake, I tell you. Bad Boy Andy, RIP Beau- Beau, even Diva Calico Gen are sitting on the fence, eyes slit, tails just flicking, biding their time to pounce. All signals point to, ‘Oh, Ye Of Little Brains, Be Gone or Ye Be History.’ Now, I’d do anything for a fat, juicy, worm but I won’t do that.
Then just like in the days of Pax Romano, you always have to worry about your very own species robbing your nest, especially those shiny black crows who would trade their soul for a delicate turquoise robin’s egg. The good thing about crows is they are so noisy, other birds can hear them coming and fortify against the inevitable skirmishes. Then, then there are hawks. Oh, yeah, you can see their brain turning as they plan their silent vicious attacks, swooping down, robbing, plundering and departing in swift order. In my Heaven, all hawks are grounded with one foot, no beaks and dependent on their prey to bring them a worm, everyone in a while….not too often, you know. A bit harsh, you think? Uh, did they ever steal your loved one?
Still Mother Nature is the best friend yet most feared enemy of all wild life. There is so much more to tell and it is coming very soon so don’t go to sleep like those disciples in the Garden of Gethsemane. Pray, stay watch till it comes……
