The birds..almost like Hitchcock

As is school policy, the bus driver will not let Gunnar off the school bus unless there is an adult home to greet him. So every day, at the usual time, I peer out the large picture window in our dining room, watching for glimpses of the big yellow bus, so I can be ready to pop out of the house and greet my gregarious boy as he descends the stairs of the "big banana" (Freds description of the bus, not mine).

However, today, I reminded myself to slow my pace, relax and enjoy every moment. No toe tapping impatiently waiting.... So with that, I sat myself down on the deck stairs outside of the door. I brought with me my latest Country Living magazine and thought I'd take the moment to peruse through pages of perfectly decorated mudrooms and stylishly casual kitchens. As I turned the pages, I became aware of the sounds of birds chirping....maybe 20, then 50, then 100! Birds swarmed to the Silver Maple tree that I was currently sitting under and I reflected on how lucky I was to witness such natural beauty. I returned to my magazine. Plop. Drop....silence.....plop, drop, drop.....I looked up connecting the sounds to the subtle movements of leaves on the ground with each plop. After listening to what sounded like gentle droplets of rain falling from branches after a morning mist...it dawned on me that the sun was shining and the plops were definitely NOT rain. Yes, it was the birds pooping, by the hundreds! Then as I peer upward into the canopy of the tree, I also realized that I was well within the danger zone and began beating my hands onto my Country Living Magazine as if it suddenly transformed into bongo drums. Thankfully, the birds took the cue and en masse flew to another tree. So much for relaxing....but it did give me a chuckle I would have otherwise missed.