Ordinary Beauty as seen by Leila Anasazi

Little Brown Bird is in a cage. I am NOT happy about this.

I am so unhappy about this. I’m not certain how well I will sleep tonight. But it was cage, or certain death. So, she’s in a cage.

Before the cage, she was sunning on the deck, until a raccoon came prowling, then pouncing. Human intervention interrupted another episode of Discovery Channel Live, and Little Brown Bird was spared.

Now she sleeps here in a cage in the office. She is snuggled atop a bit of nest that I found on the ground a week ago and she breathes large breaths, her head tucked beneath a wing and her tail sweeping the air with each breath she takes in.

I look forward to a “pet” bird, one who will come to me and eat from my hand (as she has already), and yet this is all wrong.

I grapple.