All Atwitter

Why do birds chirp and sing so fervently predawn? Are they sharing the nights escapades?  "Hey Jay! Did you see the hot chick I hooked up with?" "Yeah, I'm just getting back to my nest now!" "Robin! You won't believe who flew by my place last night!"

Are they sharing dreams? Dreams of catching the big worm that got away the day before? Dreams of being wooed by the colorfully outfitted guy from one tree over? Dreams of building a nest and having eggs with someone they love?

Singing fills the dark skies, and continues well into dawn, then settles down to a "howdy do", a "nice to see you again", as the day brightens and warms. Slower, easier chirping accompanies the day, "I finally got that fat old worm!", or "Why don't you come over to a new puddle I found for an afternoon treat?", and the comic "How about that dropping I splatted all over the just cleaned car!"

Floating on air currents high above are the hawks, eagles, and ever present, obnoxious crows. The hawk screeches his greeting, or warning "Good day. I can float up here just as long as you can hide under the tree.", while the crows caw, delivering fly-by's of long forgotten food stuffs left by sated scavengers. "Blackie, that's my rotten carcass, you stay away. I mean it!"

Less enthusiastic by evening, birds chirp, whistle, and sing their nightly plans; "Maybe she'll let me see her nest tonight.", "Will he think my feathers are truly pretty?". They settle down, catch fitful sleep with ears open to the ever present dangers that lurk in the dark; a hungry owl, a coyote looking for an appetizer. Mates trade off watching hatchlings, hoping to see at least one baby learn to fly and soar on their own.

People are so different, a morning "harumph", and "Where's my coffee?" is the usual morning banter, then a quick "Have a good day dear", and silence til school is over, "How did you do on your test?" "Okay, I guess."

Dinner conversation is a battle between the want to know's and the I don't want you to know's;
"What did you do today?" "Nuthin'!" ...... chew, swallow, chew, swallow. "Got homework, g'night." Then a repeat of the "harumph" and coffee, and a silent day all over again.

Communication between people isn't easy, maybe we should take a stab at the bird form of chatting, being chipper, and happy, singing instead of grousing, sharing instead of silence.

 

Pressure

The pressure is now starting to build.

Telling friends and family about any project helps goad the projector on, to complete, to be accountable. Well, I am now very accountable to not only friends and family, but to hopeful investors in my Dear Mother, book project.

I have utilized Kickstarter.com, and put my long thought about project out for the world to see, and maybe garner the much needed funds to help complete this, what I think, is an awesome book.

My book is comprised of letters written by adoptees, to their biological mothers. Mothers they have never met. I am sure there will be lots of thank you letters, but equally important are the how could you letters, the I hate you letters, and any letter that allows the adoptee to express their emotions to someone they have never met, and probably will never meet.

I was adopted, taken home from the hospital by my adoptive parents. I had a wonderful life, never did meet my bio-mother or bio-father. I did however want to thank her for putting me up for adoption. Couldn't, so I figured there might be others wanting to do the same thing. The idea was launched.

Now I need letters, and photos, and lots of time. Some money too.

Please check out the project, even if you don't want to invest, just to support it.

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/850444810/dear-mother-letters-from-adoptees-to-biological-mo

So, the pressure is on to get this project written, completed, and published. YIKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What an eventful day! An entire day of writing, talking about writing, then writing some more. The Cedar Creek Writers hold a one day retreat once every 3 months. One of our member's hosts, we all bring snack foods - no time for a real meal - we must write, and then we each find a cozy nook to sit and create. We share goals for the day, what we hope to accomplish, then get to it.

We take an exercise break several times during the day, and of course, we snack to our hearts content. We do get a lot of writing accomplished, reach and often surpass our goals for the day.

I love it! One member takes one day a month as a personal writing retreat day, I must do that. However, the call of my washer, dryer, and unfinished projects at home tend to be too strong, but I will try. Book 2 of poetry, here I come.