WHAT KIND OF BIRD?

WHAT KIND OF BIRD?

                Sunday morning, drinking coffee and reading Lucado, distracted by a cawing crow, my thoughts turned to a co-worker.  Then, I pensively asked myself, “what kind of bird am I?”  I turned my face to Melanie; and, at great risk, I dared to ask my wife, “what kind of bird would I be?”

                 She began a process of elimination, after a joke about a “vulture”!  She began to catalog, “Well, you’re not a crow – an irritating thief; not a sparrow – small and weak; not a peacock – strutting about; not a cardinal – too showy;  not a mockingbird – you speak your own mind, not just copying others; not a dove – quiet and peaceful; not a turkey – nerdy!; not a hawk – mean and murderous”  Then she paused, and declared, “you’d be an eagle – always soaring for the heights”.

                Two thoughts followed: the prophet Isaiah’s comment about “waiters” (Isa.40:31), and, then, about  PBS scenes of eagles catching fish with their talons, on the fly.  Ha! Awesome!  And, then a humbling third thought, eagles often eat carrion (not the same as carry-out?!).  I do not want to disillusion nor disappoint her image of me, never again!

                Often I have daydreamed of being a bird.  (And, some might joke that I am cuckoo?!)  Actually, I would have picked another bird!  But, I liked her answer.  And, immediately (to prevent me picking for her?) she informed me what kind of bird she is – a “blue bird” (her favorite).  Somehow appropriate – she does make me happy.