Bird Story
There was a banging in the fireplace yesterday. It’s too early for Christmas and Santa Claus, so I thought it might be an animal of some sort. Once upon a time, we had a fireplace where chimney swifts lived, and they made a raucous noise. But this was the heavier knocking of a much larger beast. So, I went outside to look and see what I could see.
What I saw was two buzzards. One was standing on the crown cap of the fireplace, while the other stood on the spark arrestor. They were watching the pasture, the same pasture I watch. Although I’m fairly certain, we watch with different eyes, looking for different things. Apparently, they didn’t get much satisfaction, because one of them quickly took off for the far trees, while the other flapped up to the light pole right beside the house, and sat there for a bit.
That was a first for me and our house, at least as far as I know. After all, I’m not here 24-hours a day looking at the roof. So, there’s really no telling. I don’t think it's going to be a continuing thing. It’s more likely they were just resting, and that was a convenient high spot. Now, if I were a poet with Poe tendencies I might be able to make something of the visit. But at the moment it’s just something that happened, and this was the telling of the tale.