Home Is For The Birds

28 Jul

birds

Pilot and Skye had a beautiful home, high up in the trunk of a dead tree. A wood pecker hollowed out an already rotting part in search of a meal. He found what he was looking for and abandoned the site when the food ran out. It was  a perfect home for a young couple of swallows.

One day Pilot went out to look for some food. He gave Skye a kiss on the beak and went his way. He flew almost a full mile until he found a promising location. He looked around for a perch to assess the area. He saw a branch with a wide angle view of the ground below.

Already on the branch was a beautiful female swallow.  Pilot thought he should maybe find another branch but she waved him over with a wink.

“Hello” she said.

“Hello” Pilot said.

“Name´s Libi” she said.

“I´m Pilot” he said, blushing.

“That´s a strong name. Are you a strong bird?” Libi asked.

“Well, not really, I guess I can be” he answered. Libi stayed quite. She knew that silence can drive a male mad.

Pilot´s mind raced, searching for something to say, to break the deafening silence. All he could come up was, “Do you live close?”

“Close to what?” Libi giggled. Pilot blushed again. Libi leaned over and kissed him on the beak. An explosion of emotions rushed over Pilot. The thought that rose to the top was “What am I doing?”

Swallows are hard wired for monogamy. They take a mate for life. This went against thousands of years of evolution.

Pilot pulled away. “I cannot do this! I already have a female”

Libi said with a devilish look, “You do and you don´t now”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the moment you return home, your “ex” will smell my pheromones on you, so you don´t. But, you have me now” she said.

Pilot wanted to protest but he couldn´t. She was right. Dejected, Pilot asked “Where do you live?”

“I don´t have a home, dear” she answered. “You have to make one for us”

“Oh great…” Pilot thought.

Over the course of a week Pilot made a home just as good as the one he left.  Two days after, Libi kicked him out.

“I thought we were going to be together forever” Pilot said.

“That´s so old fashioned. That instinct must have passed over me” Libi said.

“What am I going to do?” Pilot cried.

“I don´t know. Do the same as the others. Go crawling back to your old home” Libi said.

“Others?” Pilot asked.

“Yeah, the others that I tricked into building me a house. I´m just going to flip it for some quick cash” Libi said.

Pilot wanted revenge but realized this would just get more of her pheromones on him. In fact, he was so busy working, he hadn´t had contact with Libi for days. He flew off to see if he could get his life back.

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12 Responses to “Home Is For The Birds”

  1. Bruce Goodman July 28, 2015 at 5:44 pm #

    Now that’s a sad little tale. I like it very much.

    • Ryan July 28, 2015 at 6:15 pm #

      I couldn´t help myself Bruce!

  2. Priceless Joy July 28, 2015 at 11:24 pm #

    What an adorable little story! I hope Skye takes Pilot back! It wasn’t his fault.

    • Ryan July 29, 2015 at 12:31 pm #

      Me too! Libi completely tricked him. Thanks so much!

  3. subhmohanty August 25, 2015 at 9:21 pm #

    oh no! Poor Pilot..If I be honest, I loved Libi the most! What cunning !!

    • Ryan August 26, 2015 at 1:36 pm #

      Hahahahaha, it´s great when people can identify with “the bad guy”. Thanks for reading! It´s been a while since we´ve chatted!

  4. The Desire To Become Kung Fu August 28, 2015 at 1:36 pm #

    His first mistake was flying over. His second mistake was reacting. He should have just smiled and told her to burn in hell (I know, pretty harsh words). However, what do you expect, from a robot (note: His response was conditioned. He wasn’t actually paying attention. He wasn’t being MINDFUL. He was merely reacting. He was being mechanical).

    • Ryan August 28, 2015 at 1:59 pm #

      I love this analysis. Thanks for taking the time and reading it.

      • The Desire To Become Kung Fu August 28, 2015 at 5:03 pm #

        Pesky thoughts work in an almost similar fashion. The moment we start to ‘converse’ with them (instead of passively observing them – like a Zen master would), the spiral begins. And sadly, before we even realise it, we’re building a house for it (due to some misguided notion that we actually owe it something – attaching significance to it).

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