more than anthropomorphism?

Weekday morning waiting for the bus. Wood Thrush (maybe a Brown Thrasher?) with a piece of cellophane or plastic in its beak hopping in and out of the shrubbery and onto the sidewalk next to the street where I stand. Has it decided to build a nest using more durable construction material? The bird flies back and forth cross the road. I notice something on the pavement looks like another dead bird. Their mate? The bird with the bit of debris lands near the dead bird. Dropping then retrieving the item near the fallen bird as if trying to attract attention. Whenever a vehicle nears the first bird leaves not wanting to share the second bird’s fate. Standing next to the road the bird waits until traffic clears and repeats its efforts. I watch for several minutes until the bus arrives.


About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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One Response to more than anthropomorphism?

  1. n_decisive says:

    Sometimes I see humans as using that whole bigger-brain thing as an excuse not to notice what you did.
    In those little moments, there is more of natures magic than there is water in the ocean.

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