They continued to watch as the water was turned off. And as Gonzalo stood there for a moment, hidden behind Mom's old rose bush, Ms. Gimpy floated down and began eating from my hand.
Gonzalo was the one staring now. He said--or indicated, whatever--this was the first time he has ever seen such a thing and it seemed to delight him. When she flew up into the tree again, he departed to get his tool kit.
Ms. Gimpy having a quick snack, but still keeping an eye on the action.
When he returned, neither Ms. Gimpy (on low branch near the faucet) and Mr. Peanut (on a high branch) would come down from the tree to eat, no matter how I coaxed them. Another first. They just sat and watched the noisy repair in progress. From time to time Mr. Peanut would scold Gonzalo to, "Hurry Up! Hurry Up!" and Ms. Gimpy would nod. She does not yell and she does not like loud noises. She is kind of fluffed up and broody these days.
Ms. Gimpy, pretending she is a statue.
If Gonzalo had to go to the front yard for something, Ms. Gimpy would float down, crunch on a few seeds from my hand, and fly back up into the tree when she saw him returning.
When the repair was made, the two of them looked at each other and seemed to say: "Well, thank goodness. I thought she would never get that fixed." And, with that, they flew away. I wasn't sure if they had been sitting there looking out for me, or expecting me to look out for them.
Or, maybe they were just interested in knowing how one repairs a garden faucet. I've read they are very intelligent birds.
I walked inside smiling at the funny crisis and the birds interest in it, still thinking about the family I know who is burdened with great sorrow. Then, I found the basket my friends had brought to lunch with them to give me: oranges from their garden and one perfect camilia they had picked a few hours before.
My adventure with the water, the birds, and returning to the gifts of nature and kindness were all reminders, once again, that for each sorrow, there is always a little bit of joy, waiting to surprise you, just around the corner.
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