Beaucoup joy in one small boy.

12-15-15

You already know my affinity for my feathered friends – I talk it about it enough in my blog posts. The ducks quackin’ me up as they play in the Creek, the sweet warbling on a sunny Summer day, or even the cheeping I hear up high in a tall tree on a wintry morning.  These sounds cannot help but make me feel good and I know that is all is right in my world.

This morning, with its not-quite-seasonal temps, dawned in a splash of color across the sky. I was grateful that it was not rainy like Monday morning, so I got ready quickly to scoot out the door … just in case Mother Nature changed her mind.  On cue, just like a choir serenading its congregation, the birdie babble greeted me as I walked out the door.  This time, it was coming from my neighbor Marge’s house where birds of a feather cluster around her many feeders.

And, here I am, all these hours later, still thinking about birds – in fact, I’m surrounded by them here in the kitchen. There are ducks aplenty on the corner cabinet, cardinals and blue jay trivets on the wall, mom and pop rooster grace the top of the fridge and a slew of wild ducks parade along the tip tops of the cupboards.  They are ceramic, and a little dusty … but I digress.

I am sitting at my computer and the sweet strains of Christmas music are in the background. I only wanted to hear the news – on one station was a basketball game, and soon the hubbub of still another debate took over the airwaves.  So, instead, I switched the stations, and Christmas music has filled the kitchen tonight.

Buddy, my canary, is singing to the songs – the slow ones he usually passes up and goes for a nibble of canary food, toasted bagel or lettuce, or perhaps a sip of water to wet his pipes and gear him up for the next song. I could call him Ba-ba-Buddy as he sings in harmony with Bing’s bass-baritone – personally, I think Buddy loves the birdsong in the background more than the actual crooning in “White Christmas”.

He also really gets into “Sleigh Ride” with the whinny of the horse at the very end and “The Twelve Days of Christmas” … but, after all, that’s a song mostly about his brethren.

Buddy is a bird filled with joy and he fills the kitchen with his song all day long as I tap tap tap away over here on the keyboard. If the phone rings, singing accompanies my conversation and callers cannot help but remark on how happy he is.

It was five years ago today Buddy came to this house. He was a little nervous when he first got here, probably because of the big ol’ human instead of his brothers and sisters who all shared a cage at Feed-Rite Pet Shop.  He’d plop right into his canary dish to eat, until I told him that was uncouth, and there was no one else he needed to share with.  He doesn’t always listen though as you see above.

When Buddy was first here, he used to go to sleep every night after dinner because the pet shop closed promptly, with lights out, every night at 7:00 p.m. The first few weeks, I’d look over and see heavy eyes, then soon thereafter his mop-top head was tucked underneath his wing and he was standing on one leg fast asleep.  Buddy eventually stopped going to bed with the chickens and began to enjoy his high seat on the counter where he will check out what’s happening and get into the occasional mischief, all the while being loved and spoiled like crazy.  If I leave the kitchen and walk down the hall, I am serenaded when I come back into the room again.

To me Buddy looks and acts as if he is perpetually smiling … a bird so full of joy it is spilling over and he puts me in a better frame of mind – every day, and in every way.

A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. ~Maya Angelou

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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2 Responses to Beaucoup joy in one small boy.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Aw Linda this is so sweet. I remember you bringing Buddy home. Not only was he nervous, but you too. You both have relaxed. Every time I call there the little one shows his talent in song. He sings and sings and sings for the world to hear. I love the songs.

    • lindasschaub says:

      Thanks Marge – I remember you bringing in the little brown box and putting it up to his cage and he hopped out – I was nervous! I was going to put that into the story as well, but this tale suddenly was longer than I envisioned when I started it. I remember thinking every night when he went to sleep so early “what are you doing – wake up!” Do you remember we had to pick another name for him as we were supposed to get the yellow bird with the black feathers on top? I was going to put that in there too but it was too long. I’m glad you liked it – I know you, more than anyone else, can verify how he sings and shows his talent. I’m glad I gave you a smile. You know, my mom used to love listening to your little George all those years ago. I thought for the season I’d give Buddy a little cap on his mop-top. It fit perfectly! 🙂

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