Good news, I guess, for anyone who might be interested. Today, 9 August 2013, the birds came back. Not that they were ever out of sight. I could see them all around the Cape May Mall. They just wouldn't come near me. It couldn't have been anything I said because I don't remember talking to them at all.
For anyone who isn't familiar with the story I attend Catholic Mass at a beautiful church on the Cape May, New Jersey Mall. Usually, when I leave the church I stop at a little bakery across the way. One day, a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting at my little table, looked down, and there was a little brown bird sitting on my table staring at me. I know nothing about birds so I can't say what kind of bird it was. Just little and brown. Some kind of dark stripes. He just stared at me. A lady at a table on the next door patio said, "he likes you." As I remember I definitely enjoyed his company. (I know it was a him because since then I've noticed the difference between the males and females -- little yellow markings on the girls.) As I remember -- this was a while back -- the bird flew away and came back with another bird. There was a cookie crumb on the ground and one bird picked it up and carried it over to the other and placed it in his beak. In my youth I thought I was or should be a tough guy and played at the part. Now, an old man, I was becoming enchanted with these birds. Free, now, to be my real self maybe.
This story was originally a personal letter to a woman friend in L.A. She enjoyed it so much she insisted I blog it someplace so it wound up on RedRoom.
Well, this went on and I supplied these birds with oatmeal cookie crumbs for a few days, even buying extral ones so there'd be enough. Whatever this says about the quality of my current life this became the high point of that week. Then they stopped coming. They didn't disappear. They were visible all over the mall. They just never came back to me. In the letter to the L.A. friend I impulsively added a slightly crude tag. (A fellow RedRoom blogger chastised me for ruining the mood of the letter with that tag.) Again, I apologize to that lady. I do understand.
Well, today, the birds not only came back but so did that lady. She was vacationing from, I think, Virginia and will presently be going back. A strange coincidence it seems to me -- the birds and the lady on the same day. Luckily I had a large oatmeal cookie on hand and the little birds went for it. Two of them left and came back with friends. But they were cagier (poor adjective, they'd say) than before. Not so chummy. Eat and run. That's their code now. Soon we'll find another host with better chow than this geezer. But -- in the meantime humor him. Then, of course, the chat with the lady from Virginia (?) was nice. And funny. Funny is always good.
I don't intend to become a birder but I would like to know what kind they were. Whatever their fickle nature they are cute. And isn't fickle always the way with cute? They'll probably come again.
But this time I won't build my hopes up.