Staring At A Blackbird

One thing I still have trouble remembering is to not let time get away from me. I'm writing this post in the middle of the night just a short time before I have it set to publish, because I tried to do way too much in one day. There's no way I could explain it all here but I can explain why, and then I'll get to why I have these pictures of this blackbird.

Before I began writing this blog I was searching for something to do. I felt bored with my life. It wasn't bad or anything, just not very fun or exciting. I was determined to find something fun I could do that would fill the boring parts of the day. For any of you who've been reading along here, you can see some of how I do it now.

The only problem is that it seems that I've outdone myself. Sometimes I completely run out of time now. It's actually a good problem to have. Some of you happily have the same problem. Others are still looking for a good solution. I'm having fun but sometimes I end up losing a little bit of sleep trying to catch up.

After that little bit of nonsense, it's on with the story of the day! I'd like to start off by saying sorry, I sometimes find the stupidest things funny. Read on and found out.

Okay, what am I talking about, and why do I have the pictures of the bird? I'll explain. This bird is a red-winged blackbird and it decided to watch me for some strange reason. It might have taken offense with me or something. I really don't know.

I was standing on a small walking bridge when I heard a curious bird call. I can't remember it now, but I wish I could. I still can't seem to remember the different sounds birds make. All I remember was this one had two calls, one ugly sounding call and then a sweet whistling sound that I tried to imitate.

The bird was perched atop an old dead tree branch, and it kept making those sounds and looking down at me. It was close to me, but not that close. I couldn't really understand why it was so interested in me. I wasn't near its nest as far as I knew. I was standing at the middle of a bridge. There weren't any trees that close.

After a few moments of studying me, it leaped into the air and settled on a higher branch that was just a little bit closer. It looked down at me and kept making those same sounds. Maybe it was protecting something, or maybe it was the best friend of that little rascal Mr. Nutz.

I didn't really care either way. What I cared about was getting pictures of this bothersome bird. I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this after all. Would you? Besides, I was standing on a man-made bridge, not this bird's nest. I had just as much right to be there as this angry bird, so I stubbornly decided to wait right there.

If you've ever been in a staring contest, you know what I'm talking about. I was determined not to lose this contest to a dumb old bird. I figured I'd stay there all day if necessary. I stood there looking at that bird, and it watched me right back. After awhile the bird gave up and flew away.

I won! I beat this bird in a staring contest. Hooray for me! I am the champion! What a great accomplishment. Please, please. No more applause. Thank you.

...And that's how I spent my day.