Usually my morning commute is a blindingly dull sea of brake lights accompanying the desire to acquire a new occupation, a rocket sky car, or a method by which I might transfer my consciousness to my desk while my corporeal form remains at home with the dogs (telework).
Spring, in all it’s lovely glory, is also an awful time for the radio. Sports is hard to listen to when it’s not football, my hockey team is out, and I still can’t magically wrap my brain around following 162 baseball games a year. All of the news, especially NPR, is a sea of insanity as if the universe revolves only around Clinton or Trump even though I’m quite sure my local mayor has more of an impact on my life than they do / ever will.
I’ve been told by folks who have equally insane commutes that the secret is to get into podcasts. That these are somehow the superior cure for the brake lights. I’ll admit, I haven’t tried this yet, but might. But honestly I’m not so sure about this whole podcast or blog thing. I get the impression that people who write blogs or do podcasts are weird idiots.
Anyways, so there I am this morning when all of a sudden I get a ringside seat as a mockingbird dashes out of the trees to cage fight a crow I can only assume dared get too close to the nest. This went on for at least a minute. As the crow continued to flee, the mockingbird pursued for at least a good hundred yards across the sky. Little dude wouldn’t let up even though the crow was three times his size.
I could write twelve pages on the pros and cons of the film Ender’s Game, but this reminded me of a line in that movie:
“Knocking him down was the first fight. I wanted to win all the next ones too.”
The mockingbird won all the other fights this morning too.
When I was an enlightened young lad I used to bird watch, for whatever reason. Now I’m just a moron who reads indoors, watches movies, or plays video games. But if you have watched birds for any length of time, you’ll know this is typical mockingbird behavior. They’re aggressive, they don’t take it from anybody. Luckily for us, they have not acquired the ability to wield firearms.
Cheers my friend, you made my morning.