Okay Dan of No Facilities, here she is! On that long pier with no one around, I was feeling the need to stop the chatter in my mind and connect with the natural world around me. No birds were coming. Something within me just whispered, “Sing…”
Every time I hear a bird singing, another song always pops into my head. My Mom always loved Hank Williams; and one of her favorite songs was “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry.” So there it came, winding its way up my throat-timidly, softly, barely audible, as I looked furtively around to be certain I was alone. I was. So I sang on with more heart. Very soon I was no longer alone. She lit on the pier about ten feet away, looking right at me and making her way ever closer.
I kept on singing, every verse I could remember, some twice, thinking any moment she would fly away. But no. She was there to see me.
She seemed to waltz rather than walk her way to me, moving side to side as she got closer. As I sang, I kept searching to find the line about the train in the song but it eluded me. (someone else was using it at the time ;))
Finally, she stopped right at my feet and allowed me to stoop in front of her to frame a closeup, looking me right in the lens. Isn’t she beautiful?
As she turned to leave I noticed she had a broken feather. Yeah, I know, that brings on another song. We’ll save that for next time.
Having finally given me the full photo session, Ms.Dove turned and began her trek back up the pier, stopping to pick up a prize twig, perhaps for her nest. A true gift for me on my “day before Mother’s Day” outing.
I always thought my singing would drop the birds from out of the sky. I just didn’t think they would be breathing when they landed. Ha!
Bye, bye Birdie!
I just have to post the song that inspired this moment. Sorry Dan, but I really do love it. Maybe it is just memories of my Mom or of all my hopes and dreams of becoming a poet. Can you hear the whistle blow?