Wednesday, June 01, 2011

My Bluebird is a Bitch

She is. She really is. She has completed her nest beneath my deck, seems to have laid some eggs, and she and her husband seem to be tending them with sporadic care.  Her duties are recessed in the early evenings when she has been freed by her mate.  She spends these precious moments smearing insects either on the deck posts or against my windows.  One would think this new mother would take advantage of the free time and instead watch the sunset with a nice martini!  She flits from breakfast nook window to living room window to my bedroom window (all on one side of the house) determined to get my attention.  When she finally sees me in the room, (I wave my arms high over my head against some light background to catch her eye--no photos) she stops and stares at me for the longest time.  She looks as if she is trying to figure out how to communicate or if indeed I can be that large and odd looking and be allowed to live.


In the early mornings, immediately after the sun is up, her mate gives her another reprieve from nest sitting, and she flies out to collect a bug or two and then returns to the deck eating part of her repast and painting the leftover guts on the backs of my deck chairs after which she promptly drops last night's digested meal on the seat of one of the deck chairs.


A short time later, after she is satiated, she comes again tapping at the bedrooms windows (this all happens about 6:00 AM!), only this time she is grumbling and hissing under her breath and puffing out her chest as she talks to herself.  She looks at me as I sit up in bed bleary-eyed and then mutters and shakes her head.  It sounds like angry muttering and spitting, really.  More guttural than the bird's lyrical song.  Is she complaining about the lack of air-conditioning in her abode, the lack of a window, the fact that due to lawn mowing I moved the hammock further away from where she used to stop on her way into the birdhouse?  Or is she regretting  her decision to start a family after this reality has set in?



13 comments:

Brian Miller said...

haha fun to ponder what she may be thinking...neat that she wants to get your attention...hmmm i wonder...

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

I thought a bitch was a female canine? Or can dogs fly now? (LOL!)

Nice pics and a cute story!

TSannie said...

Birds are such funny critters! If I don't open my bedroom window, the robin continually "attacks" the bird he sees there. It is quite annoying. And when the window is open, the wren starts serenading us...sleep is not much of an option early in the morning at our house either.

Beverly said...

Girl....you need blinds and a fan!!!

slommler said...

So much for this tiny little head to ponder! I would be grumbling and complaining too!! Ha!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Bossy Betty said...

Not that you are attached to, nor invested in this little bird. Nah.....

Deborah Carr said...

How utterly enchanting. I am so envious. I only get to admire the wounded and battered...you get to converse and play with hand signals amongst the spirited living. And a bluebird with a nest, no less.

Yes, I am very envious. Of both the bird and the heat.

Midlife Jobhunter said...

Women - who knows. Being one, I feel safe to say that. Some times we just don't know what we should be feeling, doing. I suppose that is when we're bitches for not knowing. Then we shoot from the hip and people think we know what we're doing, when we really don't. Vicious cycle. Easier to think that we're just bitches, I guess.

Dave King said...

I too wonder what she might be thinking. Wouldn't it be fantastic to know how and what other creatures think?

Leah J. Utas said...

She's quite a character.

Dave said...

That's amazing that you and Mrs Bluebird seem to be able to communicate. Wonderful! - Dave

deb colarossi said...

too funny!!

Pauline said...

this made me laugh out loud - bluebirds are such beautiful creatures, yet yours sounds as though that beauty is only feather-deep.