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They're Baaaaack

By C.L. Beck
© 2008

On March 19th, the swallows returned to Capistrano. Yes, I know that was a couple of months ago, but I’m a slow mover. I never even hear the latest news in town until it’s dead and gone, so I’m lucky to remember that there are birds that show up someplace every year.

Back to the swallows ... their return always seemed so romantic to me. I envisioned a handsome Italian man holding a cheesy manicotti in one hand and a creamy cannoli in the other, wooing Sophia Loren, as the birds encircled them. The swallows would symbolize their eternal love as they fed pasta and pastries to each other (the couple, not the birds).

Then I found out that swallows are messy birds that build their nests in carports and garages, bombing unwary passers-by with mud clods and droppings. To make matters worse, I discovered that Capistrano isn’t even in Italy. It’s in California.

The news was devastating. But, since I was still right about manicotti (a luscious, cheese-filled pasta) and cannoli (a flaky dessert filled with pastry cream), I managed to get over the disappointment. And despite the swallows’ vices, they’re graceful birds, which at least atones, in part, for their messy nesting habits.

On the other hand, I’m 100% certain there is one bird with no redeeming value in this life—the starling. Starlings, like the swallows of Capistrano (and even more like Freddy Krueger, from the movie, “Nightmare on Elm Street”) are baaaaack.

Starlings aren’t native to this country. I only know because I heard it on Paul Harvey. Or maybe I read it on the back of a cereal box. Thank goodness for those two or I’d never learn anything.

It seems that Eugene Schieffelin thought New Yorkers should be able to see every bird that’s mentioned in Shakespeare’s plays. Since there weren’t any starlings in the New World, he brought them over from Europe and released them in Central Park in 1890.

I, personally, think the man had rocks in his head. Not only do the birds arrive in flocks to eat my outdoor cats’ dry food, but they drive my dog insane because he thinks they’re intruders and thieves.

Which they are. In the spring and summer, I spend my time dashing out the door, throwing whatever’s handy at the birds … which does explain odd things like bottles of ketchup and toothbrushes stuck in the branches of my trees.

I’m sure Sweet William (Shakespeare that is, not Clinton) never realized the mere mention of starlings would have such a far-reaching effect.

The moral of the story? As Latter-day Saints, we’ve been instructed to keep journals so that future generations have words of wisdom to help them along their path. My favorite method of journaling is to print off emails I’ve written and stick them in a binder fifteen years later. But, you might do something different. Regardless, we need to remember this lesson learned from Shakespeare ....

No matter how tempting it is, do not list every bird that flies across the yard. Otherwise, future generations living on a far distant planet might be tempted to import them to their section of the solar system … and end up with the birds from heck roosting in their eaves and squawking from their trees.

What's playing on my radio: Perhaps Love by John Denver and Placido Domingo
What's playing on my TV: Nothing
What's playing in my head: Same as what's on the radio.

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6 comments:

Nichole Giles said...

Oh my heck, you crack me up!

I would have assumed the ketchup bottles and toothbrushes in your trees might have been from the neighbors--you know, trying to feed the animals or some such thing. But somehow, it doesn't surprise me that you threw that stuff out there yourself.

Still, I'm wondering. Did the toothbrush actually work as a weapon? What about the ketchup? In this day and age it's important to know these things!

Nichole

C.L. Beck said...

Nichole,
Toothbrushes are iffy, and a bottle of ketchup usually pops open and the dog eats it.

Face it, there's no defense against those birds from heck! :)

Thanks for stopping by to comment.

Keith Fisher said...

very funny, but you've got to come to grips with nature. it will get even with you someday:) it was good to see you at the conference on Saturday.

Cheri J. Crane said...

Maybe Alfred Hitchcock was onto something. ;) Then again, it was probably just a silly movie about birds. Really. Truly. I'm sure there's no conspiracy involved at all on the part of our fine-feathered friends. =)

Cool blog. I'll be stopping by quite often.

Connie Hall said...

The only time my dog barks is when there are birds or cats. Usually I can hear the birds and go to watch the crazy animal try to catch it as it flies from trees to power lines. Even though they are messy I love having the beauty both in looks, color, and music around.

C.L. Beck said...

Keith, Cheri and Connie,
I thought I'd posted comments thanking you for stopping by ... but maybe they've disappeared. Or maybe I thanked you at your blog.

Either way, thanks for stopping by.