It’s weird how we all take flight at the same time. Pecking away at the lawn one minute, in a barren tree the next. Sometimes I wonder if we are all bound to a single consciousness. If we all came from one bird, and so share some genetic connection that lets us anticipate each other’s thoughts. That would be cool. Where would the first bird have come from? An egg? That doesn’t make much sense. Oh well, I’m just a bird with a bird brain, but I think I’m at least an average, if not above average blackbird, and that’s cool.
I like the migration ritual. It always happens around the same time. We fly over all the places that won’t be warm enough, stop on a high wire overlooking buildings, or a road, then move on. It seems like the wires are getting easier to find every year. More wires, fewer trees. I guess that’s what the humans call progress. I call it weird. How many wires, roads or building does one species need, right? Oh well, I’m just a bird looking for berries and seeds. Sometimes as a protest to all the pavement I eat a bunch of berries and then set my flight path so that I can poop on cars. It’s my little way of saying “hello, we live here too.” It’s especially fun to hit the ones that are moving, windshield hits are my favorite.
Anyway, enough about progress. The trip has gotten easier over the last few years. Not sure why, but we don’t have to fly as far to find warmth. The most interesting thing about the trip is seeing all the new stuff that humans build each year. Sometimes, after flying for a long time we all suddenly decide to visit a tree or field that we liked a lot on our last trip. No one chirps about it, we all just go. Last year after a long stretch of flying I found myself extra hungry and tired. I was dreaming of a big field beside a red barn that we’d stopped at last year. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one because the whole flock was aiming for it like one colossal multi-part being. Anyway, when we got there, it was a parking lot, and shopping mall, bummer.
We collectively thought “Well shit!” then perched on power lines overlooking that grassless space. People were coming and going with armloads of stuff, shopping carts, sunglass, the works. I guess they make more humans every year. That must be why they keep building stuff. There are fewer of us this year than last. Not a big difference but it does feel weird. Like the collective consciousness of bird-dom is being downsized. I guess that’s sad, but it means more food for me if we find a nice spot.
Speaking of nice spots. I wonder if sometime in years to come will be warm enough to just stay home for the winter.
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