BY3: Wrath/Sloth January 6, 2012
Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.trackback
Today I missed my first important bird.
I needed to go to the post, so I decided to return Laura’s cutting board and water bottle, which I’d been meaning to do for nearly four days. My arms were loaded with these items, plus bills and an invoice to post. I walked outside, and, as I was about to cross the street, a bird swooped overhead.
A hawk. Probably an accipiter.
It landed at the top of Lynda’s tree. Too far up for me to ID it. I’m thinking Cooper’s or sharp-shinned.
Do I go back in the house, drop everything, grab my binoculars? Or do I head up the hill to Laura’s, now that I’ve got all this stuff in my hands?
After much hesitation, I headed up.
I asked if she had binoculars (the tree is in full view from her place), and she did, but by the time I went out, the bird was gone.
I need to have binoculars on my person at all times. An accipiter, for crying out loud!
I’m pissed that I was too lazy to run back into my house when I had the chance.
When I see a hawk, I think about my hens. We each inhabit a different universe, don’t we?
It was probably just an overweight sparrow.
I love the title. And Helen’s comment.