Thursday, November 15, 2012

There was this one time when I wrote this...

Every once in a while, I like to go back to my old Xanga account and reread some of my old posts. You remember Xanga, it was the blog for people who didn't blog. It was Facebook before Facebook murdered it in its sleep and took over its identity.

So anyway, I was visiting Xanga today, and I found this. Just thought I'd share. Also, you know, there's that whole NaBloPoMo, gotta-post-something-every-day-this-month thing.

July 24, 2009
It's summertime here in the San Joaquin Valley, and the heat lies over the fields and orchards like a dusty blanket, smothering any ambitions that might arise in the hearts of the region's inhabitants. [Wow! Am I off to a good start, or what?] I huddle in the cocoon of my air-conditioned living room and watch the hummingbirds battling in my backyard. Seemingly oblivious to the 105-degree heat, they threaten one another with their fencing foils and harass those who have already arrived at the feeder. All of this birdy violence takes place without bloodshed or injury. It is merely posturing. One bird, chubbier than the others, does not hover; he perches. He ignores the warfare around him as he enjoys his afternoon libation. He will not be intimidated, neither will he engage others in battle.
At the moment, 3 little birds sit peacefully at one feeder, sharing their meal, while two birds jockey for position at the other feeder. (Can I use "jockey" in my battlefield metaphor?) At no point during the daylight hours will my backyard be hummingbird-free for more than a few moments.
I could attempt to find a point to all this, to make application to human endeavors, but I prefer not to. The hummingbird wars go on endlessly, and I in my own cozy nest find pleasure in watching them. That's good enough for me.

The Hummingbird Wars