A few days ago, I read Mae Clair’s blog, promoting Jan Sikes’s latest book, JAGGED FEATHERS. Jan uses symbolism and American folklore in her novel, and she talked about peoples’ spirit animals. https://maeclair.net/2022/02/24/new-release-jagged-feathers-jansikes3-romanticsuspense-whiteruneseries/ A blue jay plays an important part in the story. I’m a big fan of those birds. I like crows and blackbirds, too. They’re smart and quirky. But then, I like all birds. Vultures and buzzards might make me a little leery, but they serve a useful purpose, so I even give them a pass.
I hang four bird feeders in the crabapple tree close to our living room window, and we have a shelf feeder for squirrels, but I throw peanuts on the ground for my blue jays. The blue jays have gotten so spoiled, they call when they see me in the kitchen in the morning. They’re in the pine tree by our driveway, waiting for their breakfast. I get excited when I see the downy, hairy, and red-bellied woodpeckers come to our suet feeders, along with our nuthatches. The cardinals look stunning on the branches of our neighbor’s apple tree, flitting back and forth to the feeders.
We have a lot of birds, too many to list. Two of my favorites, though, are the tufted titmouse and the Carolina wren. But what we have the MOST of are finches and sparrows. Lots and lots of sparrows of different varieties. Once, I was complaining about how much seed we have to buy because of them, and my sister said, “You know, if we were birds, we’d be sparrows.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because neither of us are anything special. We’re just ordinary, like a lot of people. So we should love ordinary. Not everyone can be a cardinal or a robin.”
I think about that every time I start fussing when the sparrows swoop in and wipe out every seed in the feeders in one day. I still grumble, but Patty was right. Ordinary can be extraordinary, just as special in its own way as the rare and exclusive. And P.S. According to two quizzes, my animal spirit is an owl. What’s yours?