2004jul24. I was mixing up one of my award-winning smoothie drinks in the kitchen when I noticed some movement inside a bush just outside. It was a bird. But this was a large bird. And then, I thought, “No. Not now. Not finally now.” And sure enough, a roadrunner came prancing out of the bush and stood next to a tree. It was only eight feet away from me as I blended away, a window open just a crack between animal and animal/loud-machine-that-makes-delicious-smoothies. And time sort of stopped. The roadrunner looked at me and started moving its head back and forth with its mouth open. I’ve seen grackles walk around with open mouths, perhaps it’s a cooling mechanism. The roadrunner swung its head back and forth several times, and perhaps the blender was on and it was interested in this noise, or perhaps it was off. I don’t know, I was that dazed and dazzled. Then it ambled away.
Roadrunners are apparently habit-driven birds, and it’s said you can practically set your watch by them. So tomorrow I will be in the kitchen, making a tasty smoothie, if you need me.