The second or third day after we brought our newest addition from the hospital, I turned into my mother. I was standing in the kitchen, making coffee most likely, when I noticed a few birds perched outside on the deck.
And the first thing that popped into my head was: ‘oh, we should feed them..wouldn’t that be so fun if we fed birds on our deck?’
If it was possible to do a double take at myself, I would have, because never before had such a thought even entered my mind. When the Gort made a bird feeder at preschool, I only hung it on a tree because he was excited about it. Not because I cared about actual birds getting fed. Feeding birds is something my mother has done, for as long as I can remember. I’ve never had any interest in feeding birds, or even studying them. It’s something I associate with, dare I say it, ‘older people’.
Feeding birds, in my mind, is just one step removed from bird watching. A hobby only enjoyed by ‘old’ people. The next thing I know, l I’ll probably ask for a pair of binoculars for Christmas. And a big bird book to go along with it. A shiver ran down my spine as I processed all of this information in the nanoseconds that passed from the time I saw the birds…..to the time I took pieces of leftover waffle outside for them to eat.
Which, they didn’t.
Growing up, we had family friends who were really into bird watching. We’d go over to their house which was a rather dull place for kids to go since there were no toys. Most of the books I remember seeing in the house, dealt with birds. They talked about different kinds of birds they’d seen. I’m pretty sure they had binoculars sitting around, too. I believe they even went on ‘vacation’…and looked at birds.
It all sounded very boring to my young self: sitting around, watching birds.
But, apparently, once you hit the big 3-5…it’s what you do.
Too bad the new ‘me’ didn’t arrive when we were in the throes of the B3 name crisis. I’ll bet there are some excellent bird names for a young lad.