At Least They're Committed

Dez, you and I played outside for a long, long time yesterday and while we were sitting in the cool shade on the porch, the robins this time — as opposed to the red headed sparrows — boldly walked and hopped around the porch, stopping every few seconds to cock their heads our direction. They knew we were there. And as we played I thought about Sleeping Beauty, the Disney version, and the birds that she danced with — landing on her shoulders, fluttering around her face, lifting her shawl — and it occurred to me that if that really were to happen, it would be pretty creepy.