Since I moved to a Home by the sea, I have had a beautiful friendship with a young wild bird who lived in the area. Recently, you may have read how I had to end the friendship with this wild bird. You may also be wondering what happened since then.
The fact that a wild bird could be so trusting as to voluntarily come into my house and sit on my dining room table, without fear, should have been a real compliment and I began to think I shouldn’t be angry at him. He was just doing what he could to survive in a suburban environment.
If truth be told, I was as fearful for his safety as I was for mine when he began fluttering around inside the house. And no, he didn’t drop any messages anywhere nor knock a single item over in his flurry. What dexterity!
Old Mate, as I dubbed him did come back the day following his tour of my abode and he sat outside on the fence singing for me to bring him his regular treats. I ignored his pleas. I did feel mean.
The next week went by and Old Mate didn’t visit me at all. I heard him but never saw him.
Yesterday, I heard him in the neighbourhood.
I placed a piece of ham (his favourite), on the fence for him. It was still there the next day. Was this a sign he was gone for good?
I had to admit I still wanted a relationship with him but wanted him to respect that he could not enter my house. I would meet him in the yard.
Today, he arrived again and so I extended an invitation to him and his lady partner and offered him ham from my hand. He took it willingly.
We are friends again.
Birds are wonderful creatures.