Attrib: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Eurasian_blue_tit_Lancashire.jpg
Yes. I was awoken to noise in my kitchen the other day about 6:50am. I live alone so thought ‘surely not a rat’ I do leave doors and windows open. The Bluetit seemed
unperturbed, only fluttering enough to state it was restricted. I used the handle end of the broom to open the window more widely. The bird was perched on the squeeze handle of a soap dispenser. Instead of flying straight out it started singing, as if it was in the branches already. Foolishly, instead of just watching (communing with a boidy in my kitchen) I reached for my phone to take a photo, gathering proof, at least. It was gone before I could snap. It continued to whistle from an adjacent tree.
You see, I’m straight to anthropomorphise or consider what the universe is telling me. Why am I not considering that the rest of the time? Reminds me of the Peter Kay story about the relation who had died and who had loved Quavers. Ate packs and packs of them. An empty pack blew past outside the chapel after his funeral service. “That’s him there, blowing past!” said a member of the family.
It highlights our self-questioning what we can consider as any ‘spooky’ anything from anywhere. The platitudes of ‘it is all meant to be’ don’t help. How do you know it’s all meant to be, that this happens and something else doesn’t.
My message from the Bluetit was “It’s all good! Take it easy!” That’s projection, painting by numbers…The implied order, that is so important to some of us, can’t be proved. We’re just left with ‘something’s going on.’ Again, some of just try to work with and not against that experience.
I think.