A Baby Pajarito Adventures (No: II)
The Deadly Vulture
I sat back in the chair (in my Lima home, trying to finish up on some writing I was doing on “The Cotton Belt,” a short novel), hearing wings and noise out in my garden (but a few feet away, with the glass doors open), it was forenoon, I suppose I was thinking of what I was going to have for lunch and the editing process of the new story, it was the first of May, 2010.
A month before this happening, one of the sparrows from my garden, had gotten my attention by snapping her wings somehow and making all kinds of squeaking noises, and its wings were flapping wildly in the thin air, in front of my office window, some big bird had gotten into the garden and true instinct of this old Midwestern boy made him stop whatever he was doing and look towards where the noise was coming from; I had never seen a picture of a bird looking you right straight in the eyeballs and no more than a few feet away, lets say seven feet away—until this very moment, and I looked behind the bird, deeper into the garden and lo and behold, it was like a race-track, a big bird chasing the mother bird’s sibling—and I think it was Baby Pajarito—although hard to say, four birds were born in my garden in a seven month period—although Baby Pajarito has his own personal character. And I came to the rescue and chased the other bird away.
Well, I must tell you about what happened the second time since now you’ve got the rhythm of the first story and this opens up clarity for the second, that is to say, since I let you in on the first part it will be easier to absorb the second: it was on the first of May, of what I’m talking about—and perhaps all this can be put under the category of bird insight, or intuition (in particular, what a mother would be willing to do to save her child, if given the opportunity).
I was working again in the same manner I described in the first sentence, and paragraph, and lo and behold, something got my attention again, I would tell you the trouble the birds had getting my attention this time, beating their wings and making noises I’m sure, their way of showing their freighting experience at hand, but the only thing I can remember is the noise and clatter and looking to my side and lo an behold, a big legged vulture was chasing Baby Pajarito on the garden platform that surrounds the plot, like a dog chasing a cat, or a cat chasing a rat, or a rat chasing its prey, and the vulture was beak to tail, and Baby Pajarito had only two-half feather for a tail at this time, and the vulture was nibbling at that little tail wing, and I jumped, and leaped out onto the platform, and the vulture turned about (just about ready to swallow Baby Pajarito whole), and stood his ground and I grabbed a broom pole and stood mine, and he backed off and flew to the top of the garden wall, and defied me until I missed him by an inch with a deadly rock and that was the end of Mr. Vulture, he turned to the sky and adios amigo.
No: 622 (written at the request of Ana Maria Peñaloza, after reading the first story of Baby Pajarito) 5-17-2010
The Deadly Vulture
I sat back in the chair (in my Lima home, trying to finish up on some writing I was doing on “The Cotton Belt,” a short novel), hearing wings and noise out in my garden (but a few feet away, with the glass doors open), it was forenoon, I suppose I was thinking of what I was going to have for lunch and the editing process of the new story, it was the first of May, 2010.
A month before this happening, one of the sparrows from my garden, had gotten my attention by snapping her wings somehow and making all kinds of squeaking noises, and its wings were flapping wildly in the thin air, in front of my office window, some big bird had gotten into the garden and true instinct of this old Midwestern boy made him stop whatever he was doing and look towards where the noise was coming from; I had never seen a picture of a bird looking you right straight in the eyeballs and no more than a few feet away, lets say seven feet away—until this very moment, and I looked behind the bird, deeper into the garden and lo and behold, it was like a race-track, a big bird chasing the mother bird’s sibling—and I think it was Baby Pajarito—although hard to say, four birds were born in my garden in a seven month period—although Baby Pajarito has his own personal character. And I came to the rescue and chased the other bird away.
Well, I must tell you about what happened the second time since now you’ve got the rhythm of the first story and this opens up clarity for the second, that is to say, since I let you in on the first part it will be easier to absorb the second: it was on the first of May, of what I’m talking about—and perhaps all this can be put under the category of bird insight, or intuition (in particular, what a mother would be willing to do to save her child, if given the opportunity).
I was working again in the same manner I described in the first sentence, and paragraph, and lo and behold, something got my attention again, I would tell you the trouble the birds had getting my attention this time, beating their wings and making noises I’m sure, their way of showing their freighting experience at hand, but the only thing I can remember is the noise and clatter and looking to my side and lo an behold, a big legged vulture was chasing Baby Pajarito on the garden platform that surrounds the plot, like a dog chasing a cat, or a cat chasing a rat, or a rat chasing its prey, and the vulture was beak to tail, and Baby Pajarito had only two-half feather for a tail at this time, and the vulture was nibbling at that little tail wing, and I jumped, and leaped out onto the platform, and the vulture turned about (just about ready to swallow Baby Pajarito whole), and stood his ground and I grabbed a broom pole and stood mine, and he backed off and flew to the top of the garden wall, and defied me until I missed him by an inch with a deadly rock and that was the end of Mr. Vulture, he turned to the sky and adios amigo.
No: 622 (written at the request of Ana Maria Peñaloza, after reading the first story of Baby Pajarito) 5-17-2010
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