18 November 05
So Frail a Thing
I heard a scream from my office this morning. A bird had flown into our building. It’s been unseasonably warm and we work with the doors open despite the flies…
I don’t know why some people scream when there is a bird indoors: I think more people have bird phobias than you’d imagine. The screamer was hiding under the desk.
I moved over to the window and easily caught the yellow-rumped warbler (Audubon’s) in my hands; took it out; released it. It flew up in to the pine, scolding loudly.
My hands throbbed, remembering that frenzied frail heartbeat.
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A friend told me it’s an Irish superstition (though I hadn’t heard it from my family) that a bird coming into the house presages a death in the household. FWIW.
I’ve only caught and released various bugs – moths, spiders – trapped with a cup and a piece of paper and then escorted out.