Karma. Carpet. A karma carpet. Lying on the floor listening to birds cat call me through the open window. Did you catch that?
The English language has us knowing of cat calls as similar to a noise a bird makes.
Red finches are here now. American Goldfinch too.
There are more bird calls and chirps as it gets warmer.
The quail was talking to me today, as I was enjoying breakfast on my balcony.
I stood up, leaned on the railing and looked down towards him perched on one leg on the top of the wooden fence.
At first I thought he was calling to his mate – as she wasn’t by his side. But then, I realized he was talking to me, trying to get my attention. It was the only time I’ve seen into a quail’s throat…spoiler alert it’s black. And they have no pallet – because that has been externalized on the top of their heads. He called directly at me a few times – all while perched on one leg. Toes spread wide like I try to do in tree pose.
Maybe he was wishing me luck for my quick intro this morning. Maybe he was bored of the humans being boring humans and was trying to connect with them, with us.
My breakfast was finished, and as I stood up he walked, with two feet, down along the fence post and into the branch of a tree.
I’m assuming mama was out on a solo hike, having an independent woman day – getting her nails done with her gals.
Throat – carpet – back to carpet – what an ender.
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