Saturday, July 12, 2008
"What the ...?!"
A flutter of feathers at my shoulder. "I'm being attacked by a bird!" I shouted as I ducked, covering my face with my hands.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Tom turned around and smiled. "I've had a visitor this afternoon."
Looking behind me in the direction of a chirp, I saw a blue parakeet perched on one of the machines just a few feet away. I walked slowly toward the bird slowly and extended my finger. The pretty little creature stepped right on.
" Looks like it's someones pet."
"I was working on the Volkswagen, and it landed right on the door right next to me. It's been hanging around for a while now." Tom said.
"They're both the same color." I mused "Maybe it thought the bug was it's mother...It's enormously huge mother."
Tom filled a little bottle cap with water and offered it to the bird, who took a few sips, then flew off off my finger and onto an air hose. I grabbed my camera and got a couple of pictures before the parakeet flew back out the shop door and disappeared.
" You know, a psychic once told me that when a bird flies into a room it's an omen, a sign of good luck, like the universe is blessing that place." I said " This must mean the business is going to do well."
"It landed on the Volkswagen first." Tom reminded.
"Could be we've got us a lucky bug."