(Brain) size doesn't matter
Feb. 24th, 2011 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vr_trakowskiLast month I had occasion to fill the birdfeeder in my parents' back yard. They were out of town, so it had been empty for almost a week.
It was a cold, grey, still day. There didn't seem to be any birds about; the air was silent, almost like a snowfall hush. The clink of the feeder against its pole was loud.
I set the feeder down, opened it, and poured in the seed--about thirty seconds' worth of work. And as I hung it back up, I heard the first note, a chirp of sound in the stillness. Just one voice at first, and then taken up by another, and another, passing the news around the local trees as I made my way out of the yard. Someone was landing on the feeder before I'd even left, before it had stopped swaying.
And they were still passing it around--the news spreading at the speed of cheep.
It was a cold, grey, still day. There didn't seem to be any birds about; the air was silent, almost like a snowfall hush. The clink of the feeder against its pole was loud.
I set the feeder down, opened it, and poured in the seed--about thirty seconds' worth of work. And as I hung it back up, I heard the first note, a chirp of sound in the stillness. Just one voice at first, and then taken up by another, and another, passing the news around the local trees as I made my way out of the yard. Someone was landing on the feeder before I'd even left, before it had stopped swaying.
And they were still passing it around--the news spreading at the speed of cheep.