A housefinch is trapped inside the birdfeeder this morning. All I can do is open the top lid and try to talk him out, Lift! Lift! J.s at work already. I dont like fast jumping, fluttering, hopping creatures like spiders, frogs, flying bugs and birds. The only bird I ever had the nerve to approach with a towel to cover and carry to safety was a hummingbird beating against a window seeking freedom.
There’s something subtle but powerful about “touch” in this writing, the human coming closer to the bird and the mention of the towel and hummingbird. The suggestion of contact, without ever seeing it.
I think Hugh would like this.