I was thinking about this, while watching the clock do its circuit before I had to go off to work today.
The sky was overcast; no, dull and horrible, and the garden was full of the usual birds feeding off the feeders; some House Sparrows, a couple of Goldfinches, and Starlings, squabbling and poking around in the grass, looking for anything worth having. A couple of Magpies strutting around like they owned the place, a pair of Collared Doves stuffing seed down their throats from the hanging trays…………
A few spots of rain began falling, slowly at first, but the birds just shook it off, and carried on feeding. I turned back to the computer, and flicked through the news headlines. The cat meowed loudly, wanting to be fed, and Jim sighed. He knows when I’m off to work and it’s his job to suddenly become the fiercest guard dog in the world.
I got up to make one last coffee before I had to leave; and fed the cat.
The spots outside suddenly became a deluge, as the rain decided it was time to water the garden.
The birds decided it was time to leave.
As I sat back down with a mug of coffee, I glanced out into the silent garden. Silent except for the rain bouncing off the small paved area by the back door. The birds had flown, to take shelter. And by the shed, I had acquired a new ornament.
A young Starling. Sitting perfectly still, head pointed skywards like an avian King Canute trying to turn back the rain.
He sat motionless throughout the downpour, glued to his spot, head thrown back, staring. I took a few pictures from the doorway, and still he sat, concentrating on turning back the rain. I smiled, thinking what a brave little chap; or a daft bird for sitting there getting soaking wet, whilst everyone else had sought some shelter.
I put the camera away, and as I came back to my seat, the downpour slowed quickly to a trickle, and finally stopped, as quickly as it had started.
My little bird gnome suddenly became animated, shaking the rain from his feathers, and looking around him. He was alone. Just him, and the crunchy peanut butter spread on the head of his perch. One last shake, and a quick look round, and he hopped up, to continue his feast.
Pretty soon the other birds arrived swooping out of nowhere, wet, but hungry; ready to continue their feasting.
Aaaaaa, but King Starling Canute had the upper hand. He was already there, and repelling all attempts by the other bedraggled Starlings to muscle in on the prize he had carefully guarded.
Daft or brave? Or clever?