I always suspected but I was never sure...
The way that bird looked at me. Stared. Not with it's head cocked to the side but straight ahead, riveted.
.
Can that be Uncle Jed? I thought. Come back as a bird?
My uncle was a crotchety, mean old-timer but he loved birds. Built beautiful bird houses after he retired. Used to walk through the woods and do bird calls.
As I said, I suspected but was never sure.
Till that one day that bird, still staring at me, said "of course it's me, you idiot!"
The way that bird looked at me. Stared. Not with it's head cocked to the side but straight ahead, riveted.
.
Can that be Uncle Jed? I thought. Come back as a bird?
My uncle was a crotchety, mean old-timer but he loved birds. Built beautiful bird houses after he retired. Used to walk through the woods and do bird calls.
As I said, I suspected but was never sure.
Till that one day that bird, still staring at me, said "of course it's me, you idiot!"
