Two birds, and a mysterious ‘fifth guest’

by beanalreasa

What a strange few days it has been.

Looking over things of the past few days, I’ve definitely come to wonder if Someone is trying to get my attention — again.

As I just wrote in my last entry, a few moments ago, I’ve been kinda lackidasical in the devotional department for the last few weeks, so I wanted to make note of these few things here:

It started the other night — on possibly Thursday or Friday night.   It peaked about the time of a short but heavy rainstorm that we had around 8PM.

The storm had been brewing up most of the day, but around 6 PM, the wind had picked up and the sky started to rain with big, slow-falling  raindrops which slowly drench everything that they hit.

And even though I hadn’t been doing any outdoor devotions as of late, I was standing outside, around 7:30, thinking about doing some –despite the slow rain — when I became distracted by a strange noise.  It was definitely the sound of a bird squawking, but nothing like the typical ones that I often hear.  So I looked up, scanning the one tree that we have growing in our yard, and then I peered out over the fence, and into the neighbor’s yard.

And what do I see but a flurry of white wings — and I notice that there is a large white cockatiel perched on the back gutter that edges alongside my neighbor’s roof.  Its crest-feathers were fully extended, brightly yellow in the gloom, and it was squawking louder and louder as the wind and rain further picked up.  Several dogs in nearby yards began barking, which I think further upset the cockatiel.  It flew over my head and into my yard, to perch on our back-gutters, continuing to squawk all the while.   My husband, V, must’ve heard it, because he came out to see what was up.   When he saw the cockatiel, he went back in the house, and returned with some crackers.  (I think, V — who has had birds before – agreed that the cockatiel seemed anxious and panicky.)   With the crackers, I think that he had hopes of luring it into our patio — to get it out of the rain and calmed down — until we could think of what to do to get it back to its owners, after the rain had stopped.

I was worried for it, as I watched it nervously pace and flutter along the peak of our roof, squawking loudly.

But then, it began eyeing us, and moving closer and closer to the open slider to our patio…

Unfortunately, one of our three cats, Oliver, came over the fence just then, to come inside, and startled it — enough for it to immediately fly off further away and unto the roof of the neighbors directly across the street from us.

I haven’t seen it since, and I do wonder if it made it through the storm, or if it ever got back to its owners.

I hope so.


And then, this morning, I woke up to have another surprising interaction with a bird.  V insists that it was a raven; I think it was perhaps a young crow, or a starling.

Anyway,  it was around noon, and V had been working in his office, located on the far side of the house, from the patio.  I was in the bedroom, which adjoins the patio.

Even though it is unusual for me to having slept so late, I had just woken up.

Suddenly I heard a squawking commotion on the patio.  I hear the front slider being opened, and the sound of V talking gently, as if he’s trying to coax something.

I immediately assumed that the cockatiel had found its way back to our patio somehow, and I felt relieved.

So I walked out into the patio to see, not the cockatiel, but a medium sized black bird, panic-stricken and bonking its head against one of the windows  in the far left corner of the patio, even though it was less than six inches away from a window to its right that was wide open.

Poor thing.

Of course, our dog had begun to go nuts, and our three cats suddenly wanted a piece of the action, but V had closed all of them off from the patio, as he was gently trying to lure the bird towards that nearest open window.

Despite V really trying to be so gentle and careful about it, the bird seemed to notice none of it, and began to screech and flutter helplessly against that same closed window.

I was worried that it was really going to hurt itself in its panic.

So I brought V a towel, and he scooped it up in the towel, and the bird settled down enough for V to gently carry it and release it outside.

Right after it flew away, V turned to me, amazed that once he put the towel around it, the bird actually sat quietly in his hand for a few moments.

“Look, the raven came to say ‘hello’ to you,” he grinned at me, excitedly.

I don’t know why he thought that the bird had come to see me.

But I have to admit, it seems unusual to have had not one, but two personal interactions with birds this week.


And the mysterious fifth guest…

Earlier this month, my oldest son graduated from high school.  (He also finished his first year of college, as he took part in a college-affiliated program, as well.)   As you can imagine, V and I are pretty proud of him, so we wanted to celebrate by taking him out to dinner.

But since my son also works full time now, it has taken these few weeks before we could coordinate schedules to make that happen.

Three days ago, V made reservations for tonight, for the four of us at our local Ruth Chris’ Steakhouse.

We called to confirm this afternoon, a reservation for four.

But when we got there, they set us up for a table for five, and seemed surprised when we told them they’d only be four of us.

The hostess even double-checked, and claimed that she’d actually written down a reservation for five.

And the waiter – the same great waiter whom we had as our waiter the last time when V and I were there 3 months ago – even asked where our fifth person was.

Nope, there’s only 4 of us in this family.

But we did spend a few moments wondering who our fifth guest was supposed to be.