leaving drama outside
Frasier has his Eddie, Springfield A&M has their Sir Oinkcelot, and, now, Bollo’s has their birds. On my shift last night, there was a commotion just outside the baker’s door. There was a baby bird trapped in a storage unit attached to the restaurant across the alley. The parents were feverishly rushing about the spot, flying back and forth, returning to the nest probably to check the nest time after time for a magical return. Since I was running the counter, I could only watch the scenario unfold for so long before having to return to the front.
During the summer, the baker’s door is usually left open to let in air from the outside because ovens typically run hotter even than the obscenely humid air. A bit later in my shift, I heard the chirping at an unusually loud level from the front of the shop. Some time earlier I had noticed the baby birds (actually, there ended up being two) had gotten loose from the storage thing and were chirping on the side walk while the parents were wondering how to return them to the nest. The babies were chirping quite loudly, fluttering around without any true liftoff. But now, one of the babies had gotten in the store and I was to do something.
We found it hiding underneath the end of a bench. And, gosh, it was so small. Its body was so larger than a ping pong ball, and when I put my hands around it (after it had jumped all over me) it weighed similar to a quarter [25 cents]. I wanted to keep it, put it in my pocket, and take it home with me to love and cherish - but, those parents needed it more than I. I took it outside and set it down next to its sibling, where they continued to cry for a while after. Later in the evening, I had noticed they were gone and I believe the story followed that someone had located the proper nest and took the birds back home. All that I could think of during the ordeal was the fragile yet majestic creatures birds are and I think everyone should watch Winged Migration.
Much earlier, though, I had shown another barista MacSaber (for MacBooks / for PBooks or iBooks) and her immediate response, apart from her jaw dropping, was, “Wow… now, I really need a Mac.” Watch and Watch. Oh, it’s a good Friday.