It’s time, Birdie whispered.
Really, he said louder in my ear and he spread his dark blue feathers as to attract my attention.
Hm, are you acting again like one of those humans, he said.
Yes, yes I am. I don’t want it to be time.
I have a headache and my hand hurts, I could not possibly start writing now, not THAT.
Really, he said louder in my ear and he spread his dark blue feathers as to attract my attention.
Hm, are you acting again like one of those humans, he said.
Yes, yes I am. I don’t want it to be time.
I have a headache and my hand hurts, I could not possibly start writing now, not THAT.
Remember how it felt, Birdie said.
He has been sending me all kinds of birds lately, again.
And spiders.
And feathers but he knows he has more succes in attracting my attention with birds.
Like that owl on the dead tree in my neighbour’s garden,.
He had to wake me up for that, it was past all decent hours. I got annoyed but I dutifully listened and got out bed - and looked outside. There she was, I could see her contour perfectly against the sky.
He has been sending me all kinds of birds lately, again.
And spiders.
And feathers but he knows he has more succes in attracting my attention with birds.
Like that owl on the dead tree in my neighbour’s garden,.
He had to wake me up for that, it was past all decent hours. I got annoyed but I dutifully listened and got out bed - and looked outside. There she was, I could see her contour perfectly against the sky.
I did not want to move for a few minutes, I just wanted to see the owl, just to have that moment with her.
Then I went back to bed (and put some oils on my feet so I could go back to sleep).
Last year Birdie sent me a few injured birds. A seagull, a baby pigeon and many more, it made me very sad.
Some were saved, some could not be.
And as I tried to help them, I wondered how should I interpret his messages.
Because as you might know by now, I always see the two sides of the story. And tend to choose one side as the more true one - as humans would do, I guess.. And I tend to choose the more dramatic one. Like in this case, I thought, the message would be that it’s no use, that whatever I was supposed to do, now it was in vain. That my plans would die anyway. You know, that it was too late.
Then I went back to bed (and put some oils on my feet so I could go back to sleep).
Last year Birdie sent me a few injured birds. A seagull, a baby pigeon and many more, it made me very sad.
Some were saved, some could not be.
And as I tried to help them, I wondered how should I interpret his messages.
Because as you might know by now, I always see the two sides of the story. And tend to choose one side as the more true one - as humans would do, I guess.. And I tend to choose the more dramatic one. Like in this case, I thought, the message would be that it’s no use, that whatever I was supposed to do, now it was in vain. That my plans would die anyway. You know, that it was too late.
Haha, I bet that when he understood this, it changed his mind.
He let me be for a while and now he is sending me birds very much alive.
Like the ten swans that flew extremely close over the metro just as I was lifting my eyes from my book.
Like the yellow little bird with the longest tail - that comes to eat in my garden every day now.
Like the green one that came into the house and started eating from V’s plate - and did not want to go outside, Every time I'd put her out in the garden, she would come inside..
Like the big pigeon that thought this is a nice house to live in, he came in and went to sleep above my painting supplies .When he saw Mary the cat he tried to get out through the closed window..
for the black feathers thankfully made use if a free image from bossfight
