Bird Watchers
My
favorite birds are blue jays; I think of them as raucous teenagers,
making a racket and raising hell.They're the juvenile delinquents
of Birdom.
Sparrows
come in as a close second. Sitting at my drawing board I sometimes
watch them get into dust-ups on the fire escape outside my window.
It reminds me of schoolyard brawls from P.S. 145 when a group
of the eager little fellas circle the contenders, cheeping,
"Fight! Fight!" They're fearless and feisty
and take no guff.
But
there are New Yorkers who take birds much more seriously than
I. They're members of an intrepid crew: city bird watchers,
and can be spotted strolling through city parks craning their
necks to spy their next find.

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