Saturday, January 2, 2010
Here's a shot of two cormorants on the posts at Aaron's Beach. Actually, they may be some other sort of bird, but for now that's not really important.
What is important is what these birds are thinking, and what they would say if they could talk. Actually, that isn't important either; I just want to know.
Since we'll never actually know, I have to create my own answer.
Bird on Left: Hey. Don't look now but it's that frizzy-haired crazy woman with the camera.
Bird on Right: Uh-oh.
Left: You got that right. Act like you don't see her. Maybe she'll go away.
Right: Is she gone yet?
Left: No. But she's swatting the air and jumping up and down as if she's having a conniption. Maybe she's crazier than we thought.
Right: That may be true, but I signaled to our friends the horseflies to scare her away. Give it another 30 seconds and she'll be gone.
Left: It's working. She's trotting towards her car now.
Right: Can humans really trot?
Left: That's not germane to this conversation. The point is, she's leaving.
Right: Good. What's for lunch?
Left: I have a craving for Mexican but it's the New Year and I'm trying to watch what I eat. So I suppose it will be eel on a bed of seaweed.
Right: Eel is so 1994. Let's fly over to the Eastern Shore and hit that little Mexican restaurant in Onancock.
Left: You don't have to tell me twice. Last one there's a rotten egg.
CBW, racing back towards the water: Mexican? Wait for me!
What do you think they'd say if they could talk?
p.s. I could keep this bird conversation going on into perpetuity but am forcing myself to stop. You're very welcome. Happy Saturday.