{"id":34223,"date":"2024-10-13T10:38:16","date_gmt":"2024-10-13T15:38:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=34223"},"modified":"2024-10-13T19:19:15","modified_gmt":"2024-10-14T00:19:15","slug":"lo-there-shall-come-a-bird","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=34223","title":{"rendered":"Lo, There Shall Come a Bird!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Sitting outside yesterday morning, drinking my coffee, I noticed a bird in the bushes outside my apartment’s front window. The bird wasn’t doing much, just poking his beak into the mulch. Looking for food, I guess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gave the bird little thought. He’ll be on his way soon enough<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went inside. Half an hour later I came outside again, the bird was still there, this time huddled in a ball behind the bushes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A gray-ish bird lurking behind a bush outside my apartment<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Was he hurt? He didn’t seem to be in any distress. He was just chilling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes, he’d get up and waddle to some other location, then cocoon back into a little bird ball.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went to the grocery store.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A gray-ish bird lurking behind a bush outside my apartment<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

When I came back, the bird had moved. No longer was he behind my bushes. He was now exploring the grass in front of them, between my apartment and the sidewalk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A gray-ish bird standing at the edge of the mulch and grass outside my apartment<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I went back to the grocery store–I had forgotten to get anything for dinner when I was there, like a maroon–and this time when I came back the bird was at the sidewalk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A gray-ish bird standing at the edge of the grass and the sidewalk outside my apartment<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The grocery store is a mile away. Not a big deal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went inside, and when I came out later, the bird was again in my bushes. This time, my photography clearly irritated him, because he took flight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A gray-ish bird taking flight because I got too close outside my apartment<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

This was a lucky shot. I would never consciously be able to take a photo of a bird taking off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He flew into one of the trees outside my apartment building. I took photos. He gave me a death stare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A gray-ish bird giving me a death stare from a tree above me outside my apartment<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I had a good thing going! You schmuck, you had to ruin it by coming outside and looking at me!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

An hour later, the bird was still in the tree, still chilling. Clearly tired of my shit, he flew off to another tree, at the other end of the building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now outside someone else<\/em>‘s apartment, if the bird was in fact sick, injured, or dying, he was no longer my problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That death stare, though! Yeah, I did not make a friend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sitting outside yesterday morning, drinking my coffee, I noticed a bird in the bushes outside my apartment’s front window. The bird wasn’t doing much, just poking his beak into the mulch. Looking for food, I guess. I gave the bird little thought. He’ll be on his way soon enough. I went inside. Half an hourContinue reading “Lo, There Shall Come a Bird!”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":34218,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[52],"tags":[4136],"class_list":["post-34223","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life","tag-random","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34223","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=34223"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34223\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/34218"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=34223"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=34223"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=34223"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}