Seeing Ahead

Jack is a birder, a folksy part-time naturalist; he joined us -a group of seniors seated at a round table, ready and able to swap stories. I prompted him to re-tell a bird tale of the tension that exists between crows and owls. The black feathered creatures, taking advantage of their ownership of daylight hours to annoy owls; only to find themselves at serious disadvantage at night when they are subject to silent unseen attack by owls, as a scene of demise was reconstructed by Jack at the discovery of black feathers, too long to have belonged to the common grackle, and more surely to be crow-like remains of an owl’s attack.
Humans look at birds through varying lenses; naturalists such as Audubon and Muir have often seen and described them as examples of moral rectitude, while more recent ecologically minded birders see them as markers of environmental change. Book-ending these two views are that of the more common birdwatcher armed with field guides and life lists.
Feeling a bit expansive in the company around the table i offered another view of avian creatures, saying, “I see birds as representing spiritual forces.” And went on to explain this outlook with two stories, based on observations not of specie and habitat but of avian behavior as it enters my field of vision, especially as i drive about. The rules of this little game of observation are quite simple, if a bird or birds enters my field of vision from the left, i’m warned -alerted to be extra careful of what lies ahead; and if from the right alerted to some blessing ahead. The number of birds and their closeness counts too. The closer they are the sooner the event they may signal; their number is a bit complicated, but more of that later.
Looking at birds through this lens makes for a unique sort of traffic report as i drive about, no radio required just a bit of focused attention does the trick. Here are the two stories.
One night i was headed home. The rain slicked road ahead held an “S” curve that obscured any sight of possible oncoming traffic. But what i did see was a bird coming up suddenly and near by, entering my field of vision from the left. Immediately sensing it as warning lifting my foot from the accelerator and moving it left, poising just above the brake pedal. No sooner had that slight movement been accomplished than an oncoming car came into view; it was out of control and crossing over into my lane -heading straight for me. Quickly my foot jumped on the brake, in full emergency stop mode. There was no time for the nicety of disengaging the clutch, so i ‘killed’ the engine as i came to a stop; just a mere foot away from the oncoming car, whose driver had simultaneously been trying to regain control of his vehicle. No harm was done. The brief interval based on avian warning had allowed me to stop just short of collision; so not only was no injury sustained, but no damage was done to either vehicle. All i had to do was restart the engine and pull around the other vehicle, the chagrined but relieved face of its driver plain to see.
Some years before i was driving to a meeting, i had been invited to speak to a small group that met in a home in a suburb unknown to me. This was in the days before GPS and back then i did not even own a decent road map; armed with limited instructions i took off in the general direction, watching the birds as i went, changing lanes only as indicated by their movements from left or from right. Arriving at my designated exit i took to suburban roads as given in the directions and as seen from street signage, eventually getting close to my destination, but unsure of the next turn. In this state of uncertainly i approached an intersection, only to be met by a bird that flew into my vision from the right. It held a worm in its mouth and made temporary landing in my lane, forcing me to stop lest i hit the creature. Then it flew to the left. A quick check of my directions showed that this was the very street where i was to turn. Off to the left i went, following the worm carrying bird, checking house numbers along the way. A couple of blocks later i arrived painlessly and safely, full of the story of the adventure that brought me there. It’s difficult to say who was more surprised, the attendees where i was to speak or me by the bird adventures that marked my way.
Driving home from the story swapping roundtable meeting with Jack and others i mused about this intimate view of birds as spiritual forces; just ahead the four-lane road reduced to two. Traffic slowed. Six birds entered my field of vision from right to left, signaling a blessing; six is a number i associate with conflict and how wise it is to be sure of being correct before proceeding. One of the cars ahead in my lane had slowed, properly yielding the right of way to oncoming traffic, before executing a left turn. As this scene unfolded, i counted the cars between the cause of our delay and my own. I was sixth in line.
Seeing Ahead
Birds fly into sight:
Warning from left; blessing from
Right: Radar in flight!
Birds fly into sight:
Warning from left; blessing from
Right: Radar in flight!


