"there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you."
~ Charles Bukowski, Bluebird
Turns out, there has been, after all, a blue bird sitting idle and unnoticed in my photo archives. I know it's not a bluebird. I know it's a stellar jay, the darker and shabbier cousin of the pretty blue jay. I know it belongs to a green, green land and scented, mossy boughs. I also know, if it flies here (ah, the utter foolhardiness of it!!) and cages itself, it'll forget to sing.
But does any of that matter now? Perhaps not anymore.
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you."
~ Charles Bukowski, Bluebird
Turns out, there has been, after all, a blue bird sitting idle and unnoticed in my photo archives. I know it's not a bluebird. I know it's a stellar jay, the darker and shabbier cousin of the pretty blue jay. I know it belongs to a green, green land and scented, mossy boughs. I also know, if it flies here (ah, the utter foolhardiness of it!!) and cages itself, it'll forget to sing.
But does any of that matter now? Perhaps not anymore.
The Jay belongs in the green and mossy land - did you know that it is our provincial bird? I sat in my friend's conservatory on Saturday and watched two Stellar's Jays battle with two squirrels for the goodies in the bird feeder. The Jay is the only bird I've seen that will give the squirrels a hard time.
ReplyDeleteNone of us can choose the place that our souls call home. It's hard when that place is nowhere near where we find ourselves on a daily basis. I had a moment of recognition in 1996, on my first visit to The Island and was fortunate enough to be able to join body and soul in one place less than a year later.
Sometimes a visit to the place for which the soul yearns is enough to keep the song alive.
I certainly didn't know that! And yes, I have seen jays chasing squirrels and even scaring little sparrows off from the bird-feeders.
DeleteYou are definitely one of the fortunate few, and I really envy that. Hope I get to that place one fine day, and till then the soul searching continues.
The caged bird sings
ReplyDeletewith a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
So now I do know why (or rather how) the caged bird sings!
DeleteThanks Robert for reminding me of this beautiful poem.
Hello Suman
ReplyDeleteThat is a superb image of the blue jay - the brown and blue combination is very flattering. When a free bird is caged perhaps the music continues but the genre differs.
Wishing you a week of joy
Helen xx
Dear Helen, thank you for the lovely comment. I'm glad you like the picture. May be you could paint it some day; I'm sure with your effortless brush strokes, the jay will come to life.
DeleteDear Suman. Your words are beautiful. How symbolic! I hope this wonderful bird will keep on singing!
ReplyDeleteDearest Celine, many thanks for the lovely mail. I'll get back to you soon on that.
DeleteWith your unwavering best wishes and support, I'm sure the bird will never tire of singing, despite all odds.
He's adorable!
ReplyDeleteHe so is!
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