Watching The Birds

Wow! Look at me! Two posts in only a week. I've even been able to leave a few comments here and there. I still can't do very much yet though, because after only a little effort my head feels like it will explode. So I made a plan to slowly get back to commenting on my favorite blogs, and writing posts when I'm up to it. So if you haven't seen my name in your comments section yet, then it's only a matter of time.

It makes me happy every time I can read a blog and leave a comment, even if it's only a little bit at a time so far. Every time is a small step back for me. I'll tell ya, it's a strange feeling to feel effort and discomfort by simply trying to think in a normal way. I usually get headaches and dizziness, and I get so hot that I have to sit in front of a fan after only trying to use my mind. It's really frustrating, but at least not thinking takes no effort.

Still, I feel the need to stretch my horizons bit by bit right now. So I was glad when I was able to go out and sit on my porch for a little while today. There's not much nature immediately outside my house, mainly because of the busy street and all the people around, but there is a small amount.

So what did I see out there? I saw sparrows! There were about a dozen of them lined up underneath the edge of a parked car, and they were all standing there staring at me. It was the strangest thing. I guess they didn't fly away because I wasn't moving very much, but they hid from anyone else. They really liked it there under that car.

There were also a few on the rooftops, like the one in these pictures. And a few birds in the trees. They didn't seem to notice me at all. But the sparrows under the car seemed to be very interested in me. I always wonder what an animal is thinking when it shows interest in a human.

I know what we humans think when we are interested in a particular animal. But what do the animals think? Is it similar to our thoughts? I met a deer once that seemed to try to lure me closer to it. Others have been aggressive towards me. I've also had similar encounters with birds.

Sometimes we look at an animal and we think, "Oh, what a beautiful creature!" I wonder, do animals ever think that of us? Or do they just see us as either a threat or a food source. I'd like to think their thoughts are more complex than that last thought.

Maybe other animals aren't as intelligent as us in the way we think of intelligence. But maybe they have an intelligence that is just different. We all say that each person is special in their own way, so I think that can be true for each animal as well. All have something that makes them great. Every species. Every individual.


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The Call Of Crows

I woke to the sound of a single crow today. I listened very closely. It made three sharp calls, "Caw caw caw!" Then it would pause and do it all over again. It repeated this more times than I remember. There were a couple of reasons I was listening so closely.

The first was that I woke to the same sounds yesterday. Or at least close to the same sounds. Yesterday's crow would repeat only two caws in sequence before repeating. Remembering the great intelligence of these birds, I wondered what the different numbers of calls meant. Was it some difference of a language they speak? Why were they so near my window making those calls?

The superstitious part of me imagined that it could be some kind of dark omen. Maybe it was bringing a foretelling of future doom. Was it meant for me, or for some other unfortunate soul? In my currently injured state of mind I knew I was thinking much too negatively. What else might those sounds from that crow mean?

Even though I tried to make the effort, my brain still doesn't want to let me imagine anything further. The only other thing I kept thinking was that those sounds didn't really bother me as much as my dark thoughts tried to make them. What really came to mind was that the call of the crow was a small link to nature for me. It was giving me comfort. Maybe the crow was just trying to tell me that nature is still out there waiting for me, and that one day soon I'll fly free once again.


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