Death Away From Home

I stepped out the front door into the sharp cold morning, mind set on the day ahead. My eye caught a glimpse of a solitary bird nestled in the leaves below the living room window. Its head was down. damn. Before I got to the bottom of the frosty brick steps, I involuntarily breathed out a quiet eulogy. “Sorry little fella’" is what I whispered.
The feathers were soft, the body rigid. I wish it hadn’t died at my window, at my bird feeder. I wish it hadn’t died a cold morning death away from home. The small warbler with the yellow patch on his tail was a migrant, heading north for Spring.

I know it was an accident, but I won’t deny some guilt. I’ve always had mixed feelings about feeders near the house. For now they stay and I hope for safety. I’m not convinced the birds need us as much as we need them.

As I sat on my couch this morning, watching the seemingly happy flutter of activity at the feeders, I thought of the Myrtle Warbler. Sorry little fella’.

Excuses, Excuses

It appears I’ve taken quite a leave of absence from blogworld. I’ve missed the writing. There have been several occasions and inspirations for the typing out of thoughts, but for whatever reason I didn’t. Actually, to be honest with myself (and you), I know the main reason: LOST. Back in January, during that post holiday hangover, I happened across the online archives of this little TV show. I had never watched an episode before; couldn’t name a character if I had to. I believe I even held some pride in not falling victim to yet another “amaaaazing” cult status tv program. I am now a victim…I think a willing victim. My boss lent me the first 4 seasons on DVD and now I’m addicted. I still manage to bathe and feed myself, but as soon as those petty tasks are done its time for Jack and Kate, brotha’. Don’t worry; somehow I’ve maintained my job and marriage (right honey?... where’d she go?).
There is something mysterious and unsettling about this situation I find myself in. It’s like there is a strange force involved…and I can’t tell if it is good or bad. Before LOST, I could never endure TV dramas. Couldn’t even follow the plot of a Tom and Jerry cartoon. I had an attention span the length of a music video. But ever since I crashed on that islan…err…started watching that show…it’s like I’m a new person. I’m whole…yet unfulfilled.
As the blogosphere keeps on spinning around, I’m looking ahead to the future and learning from my past. Spring is around the corner and nature is calling…but so is season 5…I’ll be back in a little while.