Monday, November 30, 2009

Flying the Coop and a load of poop

Finally out of the nest and into the real world.

It's been a rough couple of days.

I could write about how yesterday was the White Party Beach Party (an awesome event I haven't missed in years) and how I didn't go because I wasn't in a happy mood and really couldn't afford it.

I could write about how I got really sick and spent the whole night exploding from both ends. Puke and poop... puke and poop... all night! Ugh.

I could write about how I just got back from the MRI place where I had many novocaine needles stuck in my shoulder to make it less painful when they put a big ole needle into the joint between my arm and shoulder and pumped it full of liquid dye that would show up on the MRI. And then I spent an hour and a half in the MRI coffin. And that now my shoulder hurts like hell and also feels that it is completely dislocated.

I could write about how I'm feeling alone and disconnected from the world around me.

Or I could write about how one of my baby birds has finally left the nest. Tentatively, at first. It just kinda hopped out onto the branch in front of the nest. Then it took a short and jerky flight to the mess of plants that sits on the other side of the cage. It spent a long while there just checking out the world outside the nest. Birds would come over and check him out and he showed no fear at all. I guess it's doesn't know about hurt and fear and pain having been protected and nurtured in the nest by it's parents. The simple joy of innocence, where the world seems magical and nothing seems harmful.

Of course, I was a nervous wreck for the fragile little bird. What if it fell the long distance to the hard cage floor and snapped its neck? What if one of the bigger birds decided to show its dominance over it and pecked it to death? What if its parents abandoned it before it was ready to be on its own?

But none of that happened. Its legs got steadier as it perched and its flight got stronger and more controlled. It mingled nicely with the other birds. Its parents kept checking on it and it finally found it's way back to its nest and its sibling when it was time to take a nap.

I guess I worried for nothing. I need to remember that and apply that to myself right now. My legs will steady themselves again. I will find my way back home where I belong again. And, hopefully, I will fly again.
Making new friends already.

Dad (on the bottom with the little black marking under it's eyes) and Mom (on the top) keep checking on the little baby. It's beak is still black so you can't tell if it's a boy or girl yet. Males have a deep red beak and females have a lighter, orange beak. Gay ones have lavender beaks of course.


blacknoon said...


"Puke and poop... puke and poop... all night! Ugh." Oh please don't remind me, this is how I spent my time the day after the 4th of July. I guess lasagna and beer don't go together or maybe you should let someone else cook!(LOL)

Glad to see the baby birdie doing well. It's amazing how the rest of the flock understand 'family'. All of my birds that were part of the same family took part in raising the new ones. Very touching and enlightening.

As for your wings. I GAVE YOU NEW ONES and a golden halo remember?! All you need is to have the courage to dust yourself off and start flapping. Or would you rather I shoot you out of human cannon? (g) Now THAT could break some feathers!ROTFL!!!

Smootch, kiss, hug, hug, pet, pet, pet,pinch, oops, smack, naughty straying hands!


Jambrea said...

((((hugs))) on feeling disconnected. I'm sorry you felt bad. :( I hope you're starting to feel a little better.

That's great about the baby birds!

Enjoy Blacknoon's straying hands. lol

Anonymous said...

We think you are awesome..Im sure behind the scenes of everything you are worried about,Divine Action is opening doors,and moving probabilities for your good..

Anonymous said...

OMG! The both ends thing - I had that on my honeymoon! We had to make a detour to my brother's house outside of Boston. But, hubs kept me after having to clean up after me. [There was spewing involved and safe to say, that honeymoon was over!] We were in Maine, must have been a bad lobster roll.

Sorry to hear about your pain and suffering. Hope you feel much better soon!

The alienation is a bit more serious. It makes you want to stay by yourself, but that is the worst thing to do. You do have great friends that care about you and you could be with them. [I hesistate to say should here, because I would hate to have people tell ME what I should do. I'm being preachy enough here and am starting to feel like deleting my entire comment.] Sigh.

Baby birds are SO CUTE! Lavendar beaks are for the gay ones - LOL!

Hope you feel better soon!

wdavi said...

Now you see, there really is a bright side to things, The nestlings are adorable! Feel better soon.

Stan said...

Congratulations on staying in the MRI coffin for an hour. That is a huge accomplishmen. I don't know how you did it.
The birds looks great! Cheer up Nick. At least your in warm sunny Florida and not up here where it's getting colder every day now:(