I watched a bird today through the window of the waiting room. It was easy to see: dark and moving against the bright white background of falling snow and winter drifts.
The bare branches of the small tree didn't look remarkable to me, but what do I know? Me a grumpy human not given to hopping, only one small hurried cup of coffee so far today, and besides my eyes aren't what they used to be. Those branches could have been made of gold and silver and I wouldn't have known it from this distance.
But, boy- that little bird must have been looking for something pretty specific. It was all over that tree. Hopped and pecked its way along a branch, then fluffed its feather and shook its wings for a bit in that thin Michigan morning light before taking a small jump to a higher branch and repeating the process.
I had nothing better to do than to keep watching the progress. It has been a long month already and it's only the fifth of March. It feels like at least the tenth of forever right now, though. Too much unrest, too many lies, too few promises kept.
You'd never know it from watching that little bird, though. Just hopping with what looks like persistence and patience, making its way methodically along those branches. Looking for something that I can't even imagine.
There are no berries. It's 26 degrees out today- there are no bugs or worms alive right now. There's a wind advisory in effect; those branches are jittering and shaking and it isn't from the weight of the bird.
What is the mission here? What has this early bird so energized? There it goes, up another three levels- it's almost at the top. Funny that it hasn't backtracked; it just keeps moving up and up.
The time it takes to cover each branch is getting shorter because the branches are smaller, the reach less broad as it progresses up the tree. The time it takes in the sun is shorter, too. Soon it will- there; it made it to the top.
Now what?
What will it get, what will any of us get, I suppose, from our daily self-appointed tasks? They seem so urgent, so must-be-done while we do them, but then what?
This little dark bird just spent (what is it? 20 minutes now?) all that time making its way through that tree looking for something that obviously isn't there all for, for nothing? And now that's done what is the next thing on its to-do list?
How much longer am I going to sit here waiting and watching this bird, anyway? I have things to do. I don't actually want to be here today. It seems like every yearly check-up just turns into Stupid Human Tricks filled with appointments here, scans, there, needle sticks, forms, and waiting waiting waiting.
Yes; I do know that five hours of sleep isn't enough. I do know that flossing is important. I do know that reduced stress is best. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I also know that I am fortunate to have these visits covered by insurance. I am grateful for the work that we have that makes this happen. I'm grateful for the home, the jobs, for each other.
That doesn't mean that I endure these visits with any of the grace and gratefulness that I know I should have. I certainly am not hopping for the heck of it like that bird. That bird just sitting there of the top of the tree like a metal knob at the top of a flagpole.
Now what is it going to do, now that it made it to the top? It's fluffing those wings. maybe it'll make its way down and start all over?
No.
It crouched and flew. Flew right toward that sun. Flew away. Free.
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Judey Kalchik
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Comments (7)
You told the story of a bird's life in this one. A story of flying free.
I’ve just been staring at the blackbirds and squirrels in my garden. I know they have taken the edge off the fury I feel with the world. This was beautiful reflective writing.
This was such a great piece that reflects one of this unsung moments in life... the art of waiting/ passing time! I love dit Judey!
'Sup Jk~bud - Such a coincidence: I have a 'Gaggle' (did I say that right?) of redheaded wood peckers hammering on my trees; not comic book funny Woody~Woodpeckers. I've tried to offer them some worms if they'd shut up, but no takers - Can't imagine why they do that; no calories in wood chips...! Sorry you didn't say hello while you were in Cali' - I would have treated for lunch, I've been busy helping clients~friends with the fire disaster. Best, j.k.in.la.
Lucky bird! I love the way you invite us to enter into your passing the time waiting by watching, pondering & reflecting upon the nature of this bird--all contrasted with the mundanity of a doctor's waiting room in a world gone mad with mendacity.
Whenever I'm in a waiting room with windows, I catch myself watching the birds. It's relaxing and soothing
Beautifully written!