First off, a few months ago while driving on the freeway a seagull flew into my windshield. Sometime bugs or little rocks hit your windshield and make a loud noise that scares you. Well wait until you have a full grown seagull fly beak first into your windshield while going 75MPH. It almost gave my dearest Grandma a heart attack!
That was just the beginning of the strange encounters.
A week ago I was walking along my driveway and on a low branch was a young bird. It did not fly away as I approached. As I came to the branch (which was slightly above my head), I reached up, and pulled it down. I was face to face with this bird, only 6 inches of air were between us. I observed it, then I petted its feathers, then observed it some more, then I tried to poke it softly off the branch to make it fly (it wouldn't budge), then observed it even more, then was a little bored. So I lifted the branch back up softly and it flew away. Strange, I thought.
The next day while walking across a path that lead to my other Grandmother's house it was in the grass. As I approached it flew into a near by bush. So I followed it and it still would not budge.
The following day I was walking over to my Aunt's (crossing the same path) and this bird came out of no where! It flew to the branch right above my head and it seemed as if he was observing me.
This was all so strange. I thought I was loosing it with reality. But, sadly, that was the last time I ever did see that bird.
Then, the next day, I was driving home from work and I saw a magpie up ahead on the telephone lines. It flew off and started to fly right at me. Straight for my windshield, then at the very last minute he swerved upward. It was like playing a game of chicken.
So bizarre.
Then, the next day, while walking back from my Grandmother's house I was reading while walking across my lawn. I decided I should probably watch where I was walking and as I looked down I was just about to step on a bird. Phew! That was a close one. I looked at the bird, it wasn't a brand new baby. I'm surprised he didn't fly away. He just starred and starred. I walked to the side and he just continued to stare. I felt a little awkward. He hopped through the grass, his beady black eyes still starring into mine.
I decided to walk toward him. He broke eye contact. HA! Then he hopped away. I realized he couldn't fly, poor thing. And I knew exactly what would happen if my cat found him. I couldn't bare to see that happen to him. So I captured him into a box that I filled with grass and put a small, net covering on top so he could still enjoy the sunshine and the breeze. I even fed him worms and water. He loved me. I loved him.
Finally I found Simon and put him inside and released my little bird friend. Right when I released him where I found him a full grown red-robin fly right above my head and was making the loudest, most annoying chips and kept flying by. Probably his mother. Dang it. I wanted to raise him. I haven't seen him since. But I will never forget him or my other bird encounters!
Sometimes I wish I were a bird so I could fly too.
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