In case you haven’t noticed, I like birds. No, really. I do. That’s why I was so excited when I was out shopping the other day and I found this wrapping paper for Christmas!
And was thrilled when I found this little guy from Target to hang on our tree.
I think I may have tracked down the origins of my birdy obsession. I blame my mother for imprinting my baby bird brain early on. I found these in a “keepsake” box at my dad’s house.
These retro looking fellows used to be attached to a mobile above my crib. I’m pretty sure they were only hanging by a very thin string way back then and if they had fallen into my crib, it would have been bye bye birdy for Mama Finch. But it was 1964; what did they know? My parents also allowed me to ride in the car hanging over the front seat and gave me baby aspirin. It’s amazing that I’m still around to squawk at all.
I also have surmised that genetics may play a role in my bird love as well. You know how birds of a feather flock together? My mother liked the little feathered creatures and my sister is a big time birder. She even has special binoculars and goes on yellow-bellied sap sucker watching trips with her husband. I used to call her “Miss Jane”, but I don’t think she cared for the endearing nickname. What can I say? If the beak fits...
The sad and ironic part is the feathered fondness will probably stop with me as Legal Eagle hates birds. How can you hate birds?! Blasphemy! She started out liking them. She even owned a parakeet named “Chirpy” as a child. But after she was attacked (so she claims) by an escaped caged flyer owned by a lady she worked for in college, she now views all birds as potential predators and softly curses them under her breath whenever she is around them. Oh, Legal Eagle, don’t be a Grackle!
Unlike Legal Eagle, I just adore them. They are really such gentle creatures (except for those darn Angry Birds) and very intelligent actually. I mean, think about it. Could you build your home out of twigs, branches and anything else you could scavenge? I think not. Also would we have ever known how many licks it took to get the Tootsie Roll center of the Tootsie Pop if Mr. Owl hadn’t informed us? They don’t call them wise for nothing you know.