It is Monday again, but not early morning as per usual. It is two-thirty in the afternoon. The Blog has been experiencing problems and I could not get in to post. So I am getting this together in a hurry. Oh yes I wanted to say Happy Birthday to Lori. May the new year that lies before you be special in every way.
I woke the Emperor up at six yesterday morning. I was talking to my sister. She lives in Leavenworth. He said I was talking long distance. In other words in a loud voice that carried into his sleeping ears. He was not happy. He swears that when I talk to my sister I talk very loudly as if I thought because she is out of town I have to holler. I do not believe that to be true. But believe me it doesn't pay to argue with the Emperor. Not with "Off with her ," being bandied about daily. But heck sometimes you just have to live dangerously. And I do quite often.
We were talking about birds. How we love to listen to them sing in the early morning hours. And how her friend Harold really likes to watch birds. I asked her if she remembered the Blue Jay incident I had a couple of years ago. I was talking and I suppose my voice was rising when I got to the part, "Run Evelyn, the bird is going to attack you." Evelyn being my ninety-six year old neighbor from across the street.
I had went out one early summer afternoon walking towards the gate. When all of a sudden out of nowhere I was attacked. At first I didn't know what it was. I was hit from both sides on the top of my head. It sounded like I might be being cussed. But since I don't talk bird I can't say for sure. It startled me quite frankly and brave, not afraid of nothing me ran to the house clutching my sore head. I saw these two blue jays flying around, squawking to high heavens. My heart raced, it was just like in the movie, "Birds." I was being attacked by birds and Blue Jays to boot. Whatever happened to friendly "Sammy the Blue Jay," out of the Mother West Wind stories? These weren't Sammy that was for sure.
Just about that time I saw Evelyn approaching the gate, "Evelyn," I hollered. "Run we're being attacked by Blue Jays." She held onto her hat, she always wears a hat and scooted up to the door. It got her too but I think her hat helped her a little. She stood on the porch gazing at the yard. "Look," she said pointing at a little Blue Jay that lay on the ground. It had all its feathers and I am sure had been flying, landed and couldn't get back up. The parents of the failed flyer, I assume it was the parents, had been afraid I would hurt their earth bound child. Evelyn come into the house and we discussed what we should do about the stranded bird. I did not let the dogs out. We went back to the door. The little bird was gone, also was the chattering parents. Evelyn and I looked all over the yard , no bird. We both said a silent prayer it had made its way back safely to the nest.
But I learned yesterday, not to tell stories that will excite myself at six in the morning. It wakes the Emperor up. And that's not a good thing at all. But I still had to smile at the memory of those birds attacking my head. Believe me even Bird Mothers are protective of their young. If you don't believe try walking past one that's fell on the ground. I would like to think that baby has become a full grown bird, watching me somewhere from the trees. Thinking, "My Mom got you good." She sure did. But for now I'm outta here for another day. See ya.
Thank you Grandma!!
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