Stud Bird

I’ve spent some of my life working with (for?) adolescents. We were told their behavior and dress, especially the parts adults liked to fret about, were attributable to hormones. I don’t know. Hormones weren’t my field.

However, I think of my students and the choppy seas they navigated when I hear a certain bird in my neighborhood. I don’t know his name. He may be a she. Bird’s aren’t my field either. But the song I hear conjures for me a young stud bird just entering his lovesick prime, a cocky dude, not quite sure of himself, but definitely on the make.

Here verbatim is his call:

Are ya ready? Are ya ready? Are ya ready?
I’m heeeeeere! I’m heeeeeere!

Are ya ready? Are ya ready? Are ya ready?
I’m heeeeeere! I’m heeeeeere!

Repeat a zillion times. He does.

(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

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About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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