I got home yesterday and opened my front door to get my newspaper.  Right on my front steps, just sitting there looking at me, was a bird.  It was a robin (which I know only because of my friend Google.)  He stared at me and I stared at him.  I bent down to pick up the newspaper, he still sat there, just watching me.  I had a box that had been delivered, so I bent down to pick that up, he still sat there.  It wasn’t until I turned to go inside that he flew away.

 

Okay, that was weird.  I wondered if he was hurt or sick, but he flew away, so there goes that theory.

 

I went about my business.

 

A few hours later, I go to check the mail.  I open the front door, no bird.  Whew.  I saw that movie The Birds and I’m just not ready to star in the remake.  All is well until I look at my bench on the front porch.  He’s on the freakin’ arm rest.  Same bird.  Just looking at me.  So I took his picture.

 

 

I get the mail, he’s still there.  I go inside, he’s still there.  I watch him out of the window…he’s chirping.  Thirty minutes later, still there, still chirping.  So I’m creeped out…why is he here…what does he want??

 

I decide, bird or no bird, I need to water my plants.  So I go out there.  He looks at me.  I walk over by him and lean over to turn on the hose.  He flies away.  But I can still hear him chirping in the tree at the bottom of my stairs.  And of course he left me a little present on my porch (damn bird probably has bird flu.) 

 

That was the last I saw of him, but I decided that he might’ve had another purpose than just to sh*t on my porch, so I look up the symbolism, just in case. 

 

“NEW BEGINNINGS, NEW GROWTH, HAPPINESS, JOY.” 

 

And his message?  “LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH AND BE HAPPY!”

 

Well, okay then.  Can’t argue with that.