The last time, I stood a mere five feet away and took pictures while he watched, sizing me up. Even when LCB and the neighbors showed up and my flash went rogue, he remained.
I donâ€™t know why he chose our deck out of all the decks in the world, but given that his appearances have coincided with the advent of autumn, Iâ€™d like to think it has something to do with George Eliotâ€™s sentiments about the season. She says of autumn, â€œDelicious autumn. My soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking successive autumns.â€
So perhaps heâ€™s a bird flying about the islands, catching the beginning changes of the season on the coast: the humidity now broken, the Atlantic currents now losing their bath water temperatures, the hints of gold soon to erupt on the salt marsh.
I guess I should be on the same page as Mary Ann (i.e., George), but I canâ€™t help but be reminded of the aviary speciesâ€™ penchant for â€œgiftingâ€ me. Even more so, his successive visits are reminding me of a similar series of events that led to the now defunct Pelican Watch.
And so, after more than two stalk-free years, perhaps it begins again.