Bird’s Snowy Outing

Tuesday, December 03, 2019

I went walking with this partner who’s fun and makes me laugh. He’s busy and curious while moving from shoulder to shoulder and even sometimes perches on my head.

His flight feathers haven’t recently been trimmed. As a neither free nor wild bird, he hasn’t fully recognized his current flight capabilities.

Walking from my driveway and down the street, I saw a distant snow plow clearing a large intersection. It seemed about to clear another street, but instead, slowly began moving into position to plow our street. I tried to decide what next to do. We could continue on and assume the giant machine and loud motor wouldn’t bother the bird. Or although having had too short a walk, we could turn back to home.

Meanwhile, that plow picked up speed and came toward us. Just then, a car entered our street and passing the plow headed toward us rapidly. At that moment, Peaches had enough. He flew from my shoulder, and flying low, managed to cross the road just ahead of the rapidly approaching car (its driver didn’t slow!). Peaches landed about 30 feet away and began walking. The snow slowed him. He quickly hopped onto my finger and then to my shoulder.

The big plow roaring toward us and getting closer surely would re-frighten Peaches. I had to avoid another attempt at flight and turned toward home. Deep snow banking the roadway prevented escaping into the terrain. My driveway was distant and I hurried more. The clueless plow driver watching me picked up his speed.

Moving as fast as my heavy boot treads and balance allowed, we managed to turn into my neighbor’s driveway and in far enough to be less bothered by that noisy bigness. Peaches stayed in place and seemed calm.

I considered taking the back way to my place (a shorter route) by wading through untrodden snow, but kicking through it consumed lots of energy. Meanwhile, out on the street, that plow was making its return and clearing in the opposite direction.

Peaches and I waited until the noise ended before retreating to our now quiet street, and toward our driveway to home.

As we decompressed I made a mental note to have Peaches’ flight wings trimmed soon. Although his ability to fly might have saved him from being hit by the passing car.

Dear Friends: This alert watchbird often first-alerts the dogs to something amiss. Diana

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