Posts Tagged ‘Alfred Hitchcock’

My excuse for not blogging is for the birds.  Actually the birds have inspired me to finally write a post.  It’s kind of a long story, so hold on tight.

A little while ago we thought spring had sprung in the Midwest.  And then came a snowstorm.  In mid April.  Not really unusual, but bothersome for those of us who live in regions of long, cold, snowy winters.  April is the time for blooming daffodils, not five inches worth of wet, sticky snow.  Right?  But it happens sometimes, and it happened again this year.

Because it was supposed to be spring, the birds were abundant as they are in the springtime.  And then it snowed and it seemed they didn’t know how to react to it.  Luckily Husby still had the feeders full of seeds for them to fortify themselves.  And they did.  All of them.  Dozens of them flocking to our backyard. There were cardinals, sparrows, chickadees, finches, juncos, red-winged blackbirds, even ducks.  Either they perched on the feeders or pecked at the seeds that had fallen on the crusty snow.

Of course springtime brings in the robins.  There were indeed robins in the mix of all the other birds; however, they don’t normally eat seeds.  They like worms and bugs in and on the ground.  The robins were at their wit’s end because alas, the ground that was snow-free a day ago was now covered with the aforementioned five inches of freshly plopped wet snow.

There was a robin who wasn’t happy with the lack of a green, springtime ground (containing the worms and bugs) and started to demand justice at our back door.

I don’t know if it was just one bird, but it wasn’t just one time.  The robin(s) returned several times, and with the plethora of other birds flocking the feeders and ground below, I started feeling a little like Tippi Hedren.

Here’s the thing…

Husby has been hearing a tap-tap-tap on the bedroom window lately.  That would be a second-story window.  Every now and then he sees a robin, tapping on and brushing his wings against the window.  I haven’t witnessed this, but the ledge outside the window has robin droppings, and the window itself has feather marks.  Dirty feather marks.  Not like the feathery passing of Jack Frost, because Jack Frost is gone by now.

I haven’t noticed the robin(s) at our back door since the snow has gone, but the upstairs window continues to have visitors.

Robins are a welcome sign of spring, but yikes – don’t peer into my windows!

I still haven’t captured a picture of the bird(s) at the bedroom window, but Husby sees the feathered, peering bird from time to time.

It’s kinda creepy,

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The Getaway

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl.  One day they put on their traveling clothes all ready for an adventure.  They set out into the white, barren land in which they lived.  Before too long they found themselves in a most beautiful land which was warm and full of color.  They looked at each other and smiled.

A lady from this magical land gave them both an elixir.  They tasted the concoction and it was so delicious they drank it all up.  The lady gave them another, and the boy and girl sipped the elixir as they set out to explore this beautiful, colorful land.

They wandered deeper into the color and sound of this magical place.  They left no breadcrumbs behind for they didn’t care if they ever returned to the place from which they came.  The elixir they drank started to have a strange effect and made the boy and girl feel more adventurous than ever.

Oh the things they saw!  The lights and sounds and colors made the boy and girl feel alive and excited.  When something caught their eyes they would sit and converse.  Yes!  They interacted with lobster fishermen and even ducks!  The wonderful thing about conversing with those who lived in this land was that they paid the boy and girl for spending time with them.  It wasn’t as if they were desperate for company.  No, they were just grateful to have the pleasure of visiting with such nice people like the boy and girl.  After all, the boy and girl were known for their pleasantries and fine manners.

Deeper into the land they went and got glimpses of their pasts.  They met Jed, Jethro, Elly Mae and Granny.  They also met Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tinman, and Cowardly Lion.  The boy and girl thought these characters were long gone from their lives, but in the magical land they came to life and entertained the boy and girl as good hosts and hostesses often do.

All the while the boy and girl were exploring the girl kept expecting to see her brother, who had died from a terrible malady some time ago.  She couldn’t see him, but felt his presence in this swirling atmosphere.  The elixir the girl drank made his presence seem stronger, but still no matter how hard she looked she couldn’t see him.

His presence was all around her though, and she felt it very strongly when she happened across Alfred Hitchcock.  Surely her brother must be near, as she knew he occupied the same space as Mr. Hitchcock.  For a brief moment she wondered, is this strange land heaven?

The boy returned with some more of the elixir and when she drank it her eyes fell upon yet another who could surely find her brother.  Michael Jackson.  The King of Pop.  There he was in the midst of flashing lights, his music blaring.  The girl sat down next to him and though he couldn’t bring her brother to light he entertained her beyond her greatest expectations.  He too, like the others she had visited, gave her money for her company.  Lots of it.  She swooned in the midst of the noise and when he asked her on many occasions “Who’s bad?” she always answered I am!

The girl never found her brother even though she knew he was near.  When the boy met up with her again they feasted upon the most delicious food they could find and in their delirious states they decided it was time to find their way home again.

They vowed to return soon to the magical land of light and sound, to sip the enchanted elixir, and to visit with the inhabitants.  If you ever want to escape the dreariness of your regular life there is a place not too far away where make-believe becomes real, where fuzziness is clarity, and those who share your passion are never far away.  Find it and enjoy it to the hilt.

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