I have nothing else to say about that.
Note to reader: Birds are quite funny. Funny looking. Funny acting. Funny named. Funny. Just plain funny.
Who would've known?
Not me. I was anti-bird for so long. I'm no birder or birdwatcher or ornithologist or Bird-Man [look to the right and you will see I'm currently writing Bird-Man Street, a story I began long before teaching a bird unit. Weird (shaking head in utter disbelief of coincidence)] But I do appreciate the little noisy things now.
So, you want to hear about Bird-Man Street?
One night, when I was running (jogging slowly) around my neighborhood, one filled with large houses (none of which I live in) and one street of apartment buildings (that's where I live), I almost ran into this guy walking out from behind his driveway gate (from one of the large houses). He appeared out of nowhere. I was properly on the sidewalk, jogging, iPod in hand, Celine Dion blaring (oops - I wasn't supposed to write that).
Note to reader: Deep breath. I was probably listening to some sort of Grateful Dead jam or Dave Matthews Band live album.
Anyway, the guy was a little older, let's say 50's. He had white hair and a medium length white beard. In his hand was a glass holding a clear liquid and a green olive on a stick. On his shoulder was a bird. That's right, a freaking bird! Yikes! (shaking head in disbelief again).
It was bright green and of the parrot family. Probably a Macaw.
(Now writing in present tense) My feet continue pounding the pavement. My mind churns. Ideas bloom. Sun descends. BAM - story idea! Write it down!
And now.... it's being written...at....a....very....slow.....pace....
Yet, being written.
Stories come from everywhere, from running, from large houses with expensive remote control driveway gates, even from old guys with birds on their shoulders. Hmmmm. What's next?Whatever it is....
Write it down!
Note to reader: Bird-Man in picture is not Bird-Man I saw. If it were, this would be the coolest blog post ever.