A True Spring Story
I once
lived on a street that ended in a cul-de-sac. (This “once” was in the previous
century.) My home was in one of the brick colonials common to the area. In the
brick colonial directly across the street was a family named Starling. They
lived there for, oh, about 10 years before selling the house to a family with
the last name Bird. The Birds lived there at least until I moved, near end of
that century. I decided to move to get closer to work, but had trouble finding
a buyer for the house (it was that kind of market). But just as the house I
wanted in a new location became available, a member of the Starling family
contacted me by phone and said she wanted to move back on the street and asked
I knew of any available houses.
“Do I have
the house for you!” I said, and asked her if she wanted to buy mine. Ms.
Starling bought my house and that winter I happily moved to the state across
the river, much closer to work. My new house was on a street name Byrd. (I am
not making this up. Wait ‘til you read the rest!)
In early
spring, in my new home, I heard a noise that seemed to be coming from my
kitchen. When I got to the kitchen I followed the sound to my stove. The high-pitched
racket seemed to be emanating from the fan above my stove—but it wasn’t the
fan, which was turned off. I never had a stove fan before—it was one of the
kitchen features that attracted me to the house—and I couldn’t guess what the
noise could be. I asked a neighbor, who said, “probably small birds. We had
them last year in our stove fan and put screening up to keep them out.”
I called a
wildlife expert. He took a look and said, “Starlings.” After mating season was
over. He cleaned out the fan area , and put up screening. “They’ll be happier
outside anyway,” he said. “Sometimes they just make a mistake in where they
choose to nest.”
Bird Goddess on my altar |
So that is
my true Spring story, written today as I listen to the birds of many types
singing in my backyard, and remember one in particular who sang just at the
right moment as I was recording my audiobook, Goddess Guided Meditations.
And oh,
btw, did I mention that the first Goddess statue I ever bought (in the early’80s)
was a bird Goddess? I’m posting her pic with this article.
Copyright© 2016 by Judith Laura
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