Bluebird population here is attempting to flock. An endeavor only
sometimes successful. There occasionally is wanton
anti-social-ness. One Bluebird is the cause.
What turns a Bluebird toward territorial control is written probably in
the genetic codes of flying things. Smell and day length, hot and
cold, but such motives have a dullness of imagination that can only be
associated with test tubes and words that end in "-tomy".
Not my role to criticize the science of matter or subject it to a curled
lip, as though I understood what those men in white coats think they are
doing. Certainly one could say that pursuit of experience is a
playing field of the lazy mind. And this, even if that mind shares
an understanding of matter with physics.
Nonetheless Bluebirds interpret as do violets
and granite and people. But what might it be that a Bluebird considers
when suddenly he decides that flocking is not for him?
In the science of these things he may be
slow or retarded. Too old or too improperly wired to follow
established patterns. Which may be advantageous or maybe
disadvantageous in pursuit of that host, a survival of the fittest.
My own view claims that in our Bluebird
population there is one who through the course of the year has become so fed
up with his kind that the idea of spending the winter with them is more than
he can manage.
An impulse which may well have a chemical
origin, and which one day will be netted by one or other of the "-ologies"
if already it has not been.