All around the cathedral, the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares
Although you can’t see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares — Mary Poppins
When I recently got a flat tire after hitting a chunk of wood the wrong way, I had my car towed to a repair shop for a replacement wheel.
But when I was notified the job was finished and they didn’t have anybody free to bring me my car, I had to scramble to find a ride.
I called a taxi, and that’s where the “fun” started.
The gal who arrived for me indicated I was to sit in front with her. Two burly guys were in the rear, silent as statues.
A small cardboard box with shredded papers was situated between me and the driver, and as I fastened my seatbelt, I heard chirping.
“What’s in the box?” I asked.
“Nothing. He’s in here,” she said and rolled up her shirt sleeve to reveal a BIRD!
Alive, squirming, and cheeping to beat the band!
“What is that thing?” I asked.
“This is C.J. He’s a starling. I found him and his sibling outside the Casey’s (a local convenience store). His brother wasn’t alive, but C.J. was. I waited about 30 minutes for his mama to show up, but when she didn’t come, I picked him up and have been taking care of him ever since.”
Okay, I thought. This is odd, but I don’t guess there’s any law against homing a wild baby bird and giving it a chance to live.
(Though having read about starlings, perhaps there should be?!)
The driver proceeded to tell me everything she’d learned from Google about starlings — their food of choice, their ability to mimic sounds, and so forth while C.J. (or Casey Junior) carried on a conversation of his own.
And he had a LOT to say, never stopping to take a breath the entire trip.
This, despite the driver’s assurances that “he loves to hear the sound of my voice and quiets right down.”
Sure, he does.
Now, I should probably admit that “loose” birds terrify me (thank you, Alfred Hitchcock). Birds belong outdoors, not tucked between some human’s arm and their clothing.
Even if C.J. had been happily chirping from the safety of his box, I’d have been uncomfortable.
After all, it’s one thing to toss food out for birds; it’s something else entirely to be cooped up in a moving vehicle mere inches from one!