Thanks for everyone’s well wishes. I’m feeling better and even woke with an urge for a Magic Cookie Bar (coconut, graham cracker, chocolate, dairy, & raisins = incredible heaven). Thus, on my way to Oren’s Coffee this morning the below happened.
On 112th & Broadway two sparrows dived into a melting snowpile. The stronger of the two birds, using its beak, pushed the weaker sparrow’s face down and into the snow. The humming of wings. A 3rd sparrow—a voyeur—looked on. For sure the larger bird was trying to take something from the mouth of the other. I even thought: I’ve never seen sparrows fight so damn hard over bread!
Then I realized they were making love. Which didn’t cross my mind, at first, because aren’t birds supposed to mate in spring? Or maybe that’s when their babies hatch.
Either way, this morning I saw two sparrows making love in the snow. It looked like they were fighting. I think they were doing both.