Never poke a writer (or a Mama Bird)
This time last year I made a vow – after discovering a tiny baby bird alive but flopped on our back deck with a bleeding cut on its back – that if Mrs Pigeon showed any sign of setting up house this year, I would wave her off sans h?sitation. I had no wish to repeat that worry or ensuing mercy dash to the vet. I never rang to enquire after the baby?s health but chose instead to believe that she pulled through and grew up to rear a family of her own.
But when the day came a few weeks ago that Mrs Pigeon flitted and fluttered around my deck, carrying twigs and fluff and the usual building blocks of a pigeon home, I couldn?t bring myself to stop her. What if she was ready to nest and I upset the process and as a result another chick was lost? The dilemma was momentary and I gritted my teeth, hoping for windless days and no premature barrelling overboard this time.
We?ve watched and listened while Mrs Pigeon cooed and sat, sat and cooed until finally, after her comings and goings recommenced, we got to see a little head poking up yesterday and one eye peeping over the top of the nest. A short time later when I went out with my camera, Mama bird had returned and so I asked hubby if he could climb the ladder and take her picture. To my absolute horror, he ventured too close, (we have zoom Mr B, 10x zoom!), and Mrs Pigeon panicked. She flew out of the nest, under the pergola, crashed into both windows before flying away into the treetops. I?m not sure who got more of a shock, her or us, and I was bereft fearing she may not return and what would happen to baby bird then?
Thank goodness, an hour after we slunk inside, out of sight, she returned. This morning, she is cooing and peaceful and I assume that means baby bird is too.
Baby birds are as fragile as new stories and Mama birds as flighty as any writer of a new work. Don?t poke the nest or creep too close. Any interference or perceived danger can send the writer fleeing, project abandoned and all the promise of that new work doomed without persistent warmth, heart and gentle coaxing. It may never take wing at all without a long gestation, application, and a writer willing to stick around long enough for it to be ready to throw it out of the nest.
Yesterday?s episode is a reminder to me too not share too much of my new WIP at this very early, fragile stage. Sometimes interested others can poke the writer?s nest without intending to and we can be such a flighty bunch. I have great hopes and plans to stick around, but I also have a feeling I?ll be nesting and sitting here a lot longer than Mrs Pigeon.
Do you share your WIP? Talk about it? Discuss it with family, friends or the postman?
My Year of Reading Challenge
In the Human Night?by Peter Bakowski 1995 (2000)
I love Peter Bakowski?s poetry. I can actually understand it and with its varied and recognisable subjects, refrigerators, mountains, clocks and kings, it speaks to me. So many gorgeous lines like “back under the axe of being alone: hearts eaten by banknotes: In your arms I find puddles, xylophones and all my chains turned into skipping rope”.
?Hale & Iremonger ISBN: 978 0 86806 539 0
?We Don?t Know We Don?t Know?by Nick Lantz 2010?
My daughter introduced me to the poetry of Nick Lantz. I found much to love in his lines but my favourite poem has to be Of the Parrat and other birds that can speake, an amazing poem on Alzheimer?s that resonated keenly with me. You can read it by clicking this link http://www.gulfcoastmag.org/index.php?n=2&s=943.
Graywolf Press MN ISBN: 978 1 55597 552 4