In several languages the word
"doodoo" refers to insects in general. Size, color, winged
or hopping, doesn't matter. Amongst English speakers
"doodoo" refers to the product of bowel movement, and sometimes
is found amongst the work of song writers reaching for rhythms for which
there is no other word.
In my view it is the
parts of sound that produce a color in the mind. "D" is an
instructional color. And to my mind "doodoo" expresses the
nature of insect well. But because "doodoo" is put to
different use by those with other preoccupations, I find myself rarely
uttering the word "doodoo" for fear of presenting myself as
half-baked and anal to anyone who might be in ear shot.
In my world, however, this is doodoo
season. Despite the rains, they are in wonderful form. Nights
are aloud with their call, and days are alive with their movement.
King Birds, and all those others that feed upon insects have adopted the lethargy
that plenty brings. They sit on fence posts and electric wires picking
and choosing like princesses at banquet.
In the garden, the toads are fat and
happy. They were there this morning to judge my weeding and amongst
the eggplant there is an older toad who repeatedly hopped toward me when I
got too close. It was a suggestion, I thought, of that territorial
entitlement that plenty often brings. Greed and foolishness. A
subtlety of behavior that a doodoo is not prone to, because in his view
everyday is all or nothing.
A confluence of "D" here that
some might find worrisome.