Alfred Hitchcock was one of the best, and one of his best known films, “The Birds” has become synonymous with any time the birds outnumber the people or nearly dive bomb them. Monday, a bird stood briefly on my head.

It alit there from behind and moved on quickly without taking my hair with it. And it was kind of an honor that the being just considered me another perch. 

When I was a kid walking along the beach, probably Popham, a flying gull dropped droppings onto my arm. It was weird, but again I think it is to be expected, part of being out in nature and not being mad that a bird is being a bird when you are in its environment. And isn’t being among other species (exception: ticks) one of the best parts of outdoor time?

It’s their world we are in out there, and we are just visiting.

I am seeing plenty of robins this spring. Are you? It is reassuring in this busy, ever-changing world, that something we always look forward to, we still can. 

Week’s unrelated, positive parting thought: Thank you to the American Legion posts and others who carry out Memorial Day events in area towns, or who clean up, and place flags in, the cemeteries.