I glance out of my second floor apartment window and see a sparrow sitting on top of the For Rent Sign stuck in the lawn for the vacant apartment below me.<\/p>\n
The sparrow looks left and right and flies to the ground, maybe for a worm, if sparrows eat worms like robins.<\/p>\n
Maybe he saw some other delicious morsel like a small bug. <\/p>\n
He flies back on the top of the sign and doesn\u2019t appear to be eating.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m wondering what he\u2019s really thinking about sitting on top of that sign.<\/p>\n
I know he\u2019s not considering moving in, and I know he has a cortex with many neurons just like I do, so maybe he can think like me. <\/p>\n
Then I wonder if he is pondering the nature of existence or maybe kinda like a Zen Buddhist contemplating the sound of one wing flapping.<\/p>\n
I try to telepathically get inside his head to plumb his thoughts and the depths of his avian brain, but it\u2019s a cold and rainy day, my brain waves are askew,<\/p>\n
and my psychic transmissions have been rendered partly cloudy, and the sparrow has flown away anyhow, perhaps having psychically<\/p>\n
divined what I was about and decided to fly away to avoid my faux pas invasion of his feathered privacy.<\/p>\n
Bob Boyd <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I glance out of my second floor apartment window and see a sparrow sitting on top of the For Rent Sign stuck in the lawn for the vacant apartment below me. The sparrow looks left and right and flies to the ground, maybe for a worm, if sparrows eat worms like robins. Maybe he saw… Continue reading