We have a little bird. Outside our window.
And it chirps. Or rather, eeps.
Constantly. Day and Night.
I considered “googling” the title of this post for advice, but I was afraid it would tell me: Shoot it.
And I’m not into shooting birds. Even eeping ones. I’ve been thinking there’s a lesson in this Little Eeper, so I wanted to give the lesson time to brew.
Like French Press coffee.
My daughter, however, took action. No, she didn’t shoot it. She googled it. The first search entry was: “Can a Man Really Drive You Crazy?”
Interesting. I had been thinking the aviary analogy involved small children clamoring for attention while Mama just wants to read a book, but yes, I can see the Man Point, too.
Maybe that’s the lesson. We can all be Little Eepers.
I know I’ve eeped when others would want me to be silent. Sometimes, I should have kept my beak shut. Other times, I should have eeped all the more.
I think it depends on what we are eeping about.
- Maybe this little bird is just happy to be alive.
- Maybe this little bird’s babies got eaten by The Black Cat.
- Maybe this little bird has a worm stuck in its throat and is crying out for help.
- Maybe this little bird is just eeping because its what Little Eepers do. They eep.
Look Who’s Eeping Now
Maybe I should change my perspective of its eep. Because certainly it isn’t going to be quiet any time soon. And there is …
A time to be silent and a time to [eep].
Loosely based on Ecclesiastes 3:7
Maybe if I accept its eeping, it will … shut up.
I can always hope the Little Eeper will hear – and apply – this song:
Would I miss the little guy? I don’t know, but I’m willing to find out. 🙂
REALITY CHECK: My daughter found that song as I was writing this post, and she found this poem just after writing, but before she read it: A Minor Bird by Robert Frost. The link takes you away from this blog, but I think it’s worth the trip. Just be sure to come back and see what else I’m eeping about. 🙂