What would birds listen to if not their neighbor’s own song, or their love’s own song? Even their own song? I don’t know why I drew headphones on him. Just curious about the songs that move people, the songs that even move weirdo Birdos.
What moves you to sing and even dance? I have a whole playlist of 6+ hours of songs that I listen to while in the kitchen, which I made a few years ago and realized it was my music sanctuary. Not just in the kitchen but just dealing with my life back then. Here I am though. Still self discovering.
Here it is! If you care to know what this birdo listens to:
Wandering the trails around here never seem to bore me. Each time I visit the trails I encounter something new, a new creature or something interesting on my path. A new rock, which I do put back! (Because the boys used to collect too many rocks! And the long story about my camera bag.. I collected rocks in Arkansas and forgot to put my lens cap back on and scratched my lines up regrettably and permanently 😦 ) or sometimes I do get the itch to skip it across the creek.
And yesterday of course I found a hawk feather! You know my sudden surprise at seeing a bird feather! What mysteries does this feather hold? I’ll wonder…I will keep it and carry it with me each time I go for a walk. A sort of protection I guess. You do remember I met a hawk at work, and I saw some more on my morning walk. Oh the thrill this weirdo birdo had.
I’m going to comprise a bunch of links to my bird doodles for you all to read. In case you forgot that I like birds. You’re welcome!
I think that about sums the birds all up! I didn’t know there were so many!
The first one (birds! And trees…mostly trees) was the second blog post I made back in 2010, so 14 years later…who is still writing about birds, huh? I went through and read my older posts. So much has changed, I don’t even know, I mean motherhood and growing up and all. I cried and I smiled and I don’t know, I wasn’t expecting to hear my voice! because I thought I never had one. But I heard it. It’s just a voice full of love. Or something like that. What a way to figure it out. I’m just glad I still have these pages here to remind me that I do have a mushy good voice, and that I am terribly human.
So today at work as I was just putting some cardboard in the baler, I turned around to see a hawk fly onto a pallet jack! I got a picture of it, but we sort of stared at each other for a minute before he started to fly up into the ceiling. Here is my rendition of him.
Hawk Buddy
Of course, since I have been obsessed with drawing birds this month, to be visited unexpectedly (even if it was unintentional Birdo) by one has got me so thrilled!! I am sure there is some good omen to it right? I’m not sure, but obviously he was looking for mice (or kittens) outside the dumpster and wandered in the vents in the ceiling.
But it still is cool. I hope the Hawk Buddy got out safely. Unless I come in tonight and he’s terrorizing the night crew. Aaaahhhh!!! Or even better Sounds of Hawk Shrieks everywhere!!
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