Each day we experience hundreds of different moments. 95 percent of those moments we forget. Many of the memories are ordinary and not very interesting. However, every now and then we experience a few moments we remember for years and even decades.
Most of the memorable memories from my life I wrote about in Far From Perfect. Although, there are a few that haven’t been published.
One of my favorite memorable memories isn’t a sight, a sound. A sound of a bird to be specific. I see different animals all the time. Some of them leave a lasting impression. I notice their personalities, habits and often listen to the sounds they make. Most sound, well, like the way they are supposes to sound. Though, there was a Cardinal who visited my area every once in a while that sounded quite different. I’d hear him chirping in the morning. His chirps sound just like he was saying “nice to meet you”. That was by far one of the coolest things I’d ever heard. I’d always think to myself: Nice to meet you too little birdie. Waking up to that was special. The little Cardinal provided me with moments I’ll remember for the rest of my life
He was a brave little bird. When he’d see me outside, he’d fly up to where I was standing and pick a perch in the area. He’d fly around making his presence known. And he was always very vocal. When he first started coming around, he was always by himself. I’d hear him chirping away every morning and often throughout the day.
Even though, his chirps were saying “nice to meet you”, I’d imagine he was calling out for other birds to join him. He was lonely and alone. I’d imagine he was searching for friends or even a mate.
After a few months, I’d see him in my area and he’d have an entire flock of birds with him, flying from tree to tree. They’d all be singing, eating and enjoying life. There was at least one female cardinal and several other breeds of birds.
They stuck together like a gang of birds. That was very cool. When a predictor was in the area, they’d let out loud chirps letting all in their group know to be on the look out.
I’d hear that little bird for a few more months. Then one morning, I didn’t hear him. And another morning, nothing. After a few months, I knew he was gone. I like to think he met a mate, flew deep into the woods where there was plenty of food, made a nest and is living the good life.
Unfortunately I know there are other possibilities as to his disappearance. This area has serious predictors. Being a wild animal isn’t easy and often dangerous. I figure a vulture could easily swoop down from the sky for a mid day meal. And that sucks. Even one of the many predictors from the nearby forest could of gotten him.
Even with that knowledge, I still feel better thinking he’s somewhere enjoying life. Regardless, he provided many very cool memories.