Sunday March 4th 2012 Tim
have arrived. Little quarrels of them dotted around, and that
"Dink-Dink" they make when taken by passion. I know they are
staring at me. Generally I first see them up the road a bit, which gives
me my chance to adjust or hide, because Cowbirds are more like
politicians hounding the votes of those with the temerity to believe the
"Born Again" is the only way.
I can watch them
gathered around, preening. Looking at this person or that, and saying;
"Yes I could put my egg in his nest." Then last year in the
vegetable Garden, a Cowbird just watching me. She was judging, I felt
audited. Her eyes dark as night and a little tilt to her head that
made her seem ruthless or angry or made stupid by confidence.