(Bill) My New Love

I’m in love.  With a bird.  I’ve told Elizabeth that she needs to share me because a bit of my heart has taken flight with the as-yet identified bird that visits our guava tree.  This bird is amazing!  It is about the size of a crow, but I hesitate to use “crow” as a descriptor.  (With apologies to my dear next-door neighbor and everyone who esteems their intelligence, I really don't like crows.)  This bird's back and tail are midnight blue; its chest is avocado green.  It has a medium size comb that is blue and there is red coloring about its eyes.  When it takes flight, there is a blaze of red under its wings with electric blue highlights.  It has a call that starts slow and builds in volume and intensity.  Such an amazing bird!

I’ve always been a bit dismissive of birders, not understanding the attraction.   I mean, how could you just stand and stare at a bird?  But oh, do I understand now!  I would stand and stare at this bird for hours if it would only stick around long enough.  When it does alight in the guava tree and call my name, I run to the binoculars and stand post at the window.  The boys will jump up with me and press their faces to the glass.  Elizabeth just rolls her eyes, the picture of jealousy.