Thursday, May 26, 2011

Backyard surprise

"I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven." — Emily Dickinson

THIS WEEKEND I enjoyed listening to the birds while Paul and I were out planting flowers. There were robins with their identifying "birdie, birdie, birdie" call, cardinals, wrens, mourning doves (which will probably all be dead soon due to Iowa's stupid new law allowing them to be hunted) and a pair of nesting crows, but I must say we weren't expecting mom and dad mallard duck on our back step yesterday morning. I hope they'll visit often.


When Paul and I were first dating, there happened to be a particularly loud bird chirping in the back yard. I said to Paul, "Guess what that bird is saying?" 

In an eye-rolling tone of voice that seemed to indicate he was expecting a drippy interpretation not unlike something Madeline Bassett  otherwise knows as the Bassett in the Jeeves and Wooster series of stories by PG Wodehouse — might have sighed to Bertie, Paul said, "What?" 


"Get the hell out of my tree!" was my answer.


He cracked up. Months later Paul told me that was one of the early-on moments when he knew I was the right one for him. 



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