…I went out at 3:30 for the sunset and bird-feeding. God I'll miss that. It feels like a new routine I should have started a long time ago. (but we didn't have so much moldy bread then!) I saw a real sunset. Not just shadows--the familiar pink and grey evidence that the sun was here, has gone, thanks for coming. I saw the red ball drop behind the lake, behind the cranes and the buildings.
I laughed at the bold geese who followed me onto the bridge, mumbling for bread. And when I got too close they hissed. I don't like that sound so much. I hissed back, chased them away with my big human arms.
So I walked around the whole park, dropping breadcrumbs in the water slowly. Only the seagulls followed. The water was incredibly still today, oil-like. And then I threw bread into the moorhen ghetto—they all came flapping and squawking like speedboats, with their feet still in the water. I laughed at the hilarity of it all.
I wonder about the dresscode for Victoria Park. Is one actually required to be an old man with a white-faced Labrador or retriever? An old man with tweed hat, walking stick, and a tennis ball in a pocket? If so, I am sorely out of place. but they still nod and occasionally say hello. So I'll keep coming. For 11 more days…
My,my, how I'll miss England and her old men and geese! As for feeding birds, you can do that in your backyard, if you have one. If not, you can always use mine! (Ain't nuthin' here that can pinch ya'!)
Smaller birds are less of a menace The only bad thing about feeding birds here, are the cats that lurk under the low hanging pine boughs!
Thanks, Anne, for taking me with you, through your messages. Good goin', Girl!
Posted by: Gladness at December 6, 2002 07:32 AM
I, too, have grown quite fond of your old gentlemen...