I hope this isn't too schmaltzy
I wake up at 5am, or at least I did today. I sat in the TV room working on a huge knitting project watching an old movie. I heard some enthusiastic singing. "Is that on the movie?" I wondered and hit the mute button. Nope, it was the song sparrow who lives in the arborvita right out front, singing his little heart out. He has been doing this through the long and very tough winter since early February. Everyone out there is starving, or nearly, and yet,he has enough extra energy to pour out into a lovely cascade of trills. I imagined myself as a lady sparrow quite attracted by old Jack. You'll forgive me for calling him Captain Jack, please? I am really the last one to spew chicken soup. It does remind me that courting displays in the wild are a statement of "All right? I'm better than all right!" Is that why many of the gods of legend and lore are big-time seducers? I suspect it is. I leave Jack a little something when I can (peanut butter sandwich, corn niblets, etc.) Have to pay the piper!