Friday, January 8, 2010
The Third Wire
Just a few grackles sat on the uppermost of the three wires. Perhaps they were the crazy members of the family, relegated to the attic. A few more occupied the middle wire, while the lowest of the three wires was by far the most popular roost. Watching the formations approach was a bit like watching a silly person drive around and around a mall parking lot, looking for just one space closer. As the bottom wire filled, a few desparate grackles hesitated mid-flight before reluctantly taking a spot on the middle wire. They're in Brooklyn now, but just wait until that place in Manhattan opens up...
Birds on a wire always look smug to me. Their body language radiates self-satisfaction. "Yes", they say, "we know that this is an impossibly narrow perch, even for bodies as small as ours. But we're quite all right, thank you. We can balance very easily, and if we fall? Yeah, we can fly."
Ignorance is bliss. Those wires are live, so wipe those smirks off your beaks.
(The cartoon is by me, drawn as a solution to the problem of not being able to find a non-copyrighted photograph of birds on a wire. Click to enlarge.)