We have a nice back-yard bird feeder complete with a squirrel baffle that truly baffles the squirrels. The feeder attracts loads of colorful feathered beasts, up to and including crows.
I believe the feeder should be an equal opportunity joint–all are welcome to come dine in our yard.
My husband, Jim, sees it differently. He is a Crow Nazi. Jim makes it his JOB to watch the feeder and if a crow deigns to approach, Jim hurls a pool ball across the cage. (Floridians call the screens around their pools “cages”. They are really just screened in porches, but cage sounds fancy, right?)
The other day I was quietly meditating: breathing in God, breathing out love.
Crow Nazi took that moment to pitch the largest ball across the pool, thus loudly interrupting my kind, generous love-out breathing.
I breathed out something way less fortunate than love.
Later that day while Jim golfed I called him to say, “Hurry home–crows at the feeder!” I know it’s wrong to interrupt him at the office, but someone needed to handle the situation.
Lesson learned, Crow Nazi? If you monkey with my meditation, I’ll screw up your backswing.
Jim is on the golf course again today. I just went to the back yard and shouted, “Everyone welcome! Come and get it.” As I type, there is one crow gobbling seed and another perched on top waiting for his turn.
Ha- you breathed out something less generous. That line made me giggle.
Funnier in the telling. 🙂