I had an argument with myself this morning. I really wanted to spend some time writing, but Christmas baking was beckoning. You know how it is … reason arguing with desire. If I’d just get off my fanny and go bake something, I’d have time to write later. If I write first, however, I’ll never get to the baking. I know that for a fact.
Still, there’s this tantalizing thought begging to be recorded. It would take but a moment to jot it down. Of course that moment might stretch into several as the one thought leads to another. I know myself too well.
While I argued, a similar scene played out on the back deck railing:
“Hi there, little guy. I’ll be out of your way in a moment, but I’m trying to decide whether I want millet for a snack, or sunflower seeds.”
“Okay, but get a move on. I’m hungry.”
“There’s leftover millet on the deck if you’re in such a hurry.”
“Oh sure. Expect me to eat leftovers while you get the choice stuff? Forget it. I’ll just tuck my wings behind my back and wait my turn for the buffet.”
“Suit yourself, but this might take a few minutes. Let’s see … mmm, there’s cracked corn up there, too. And peanut bits! I looooove peanut bits but the jays usually steal them all. So, yeah, maybe peanuts. Ah, but the black oil sunflower seeds have the higher fat content that I could use. I burn a lot of energy on these frosty days.”
“Oh, for pete’s sake, make up your mind! Do you have any idea how much energy I’m wasting while I pace back and forth waitin’ on ya?”
“Quit bugging me! If you’re starving, go hit the neighbour’s feeder, why don’t you? It’s just a hip and a holler beyond those trees.”
“WHAT? Do ya think I’m stupid?”
“Hey, lady! (peering back at me as I watch from the window with my camera) Will you remind this guy that your neighbour has CATS!”
“Cats, shmats. This place has a dog and you don’t see me worrying, do ya?”
“But the dog only eats the seeds left on the deck. He’s not interested in eating you, like the cat is.”
“Shows how much you know. The dog is a Labrador Retriever. Mean anything to you, buddy?”
“Oh. (gulp) Um. I get your point. Maybe I’ll just hop over to the rhoddie and check for iced bugs while you sort out your menu, but speed it up, will ya. The missus is waiting out in the hemlock for me to bring home a few groceries, too.”
“These decisions take time. Let’s see now…. Oh, by the way, did you know that if you wait until sunset the little lights around here come on. Warm toasted seeds! Now that’s a gourmet touch, I’ll tell ya.”
“Well, I’m not waiting that long. Huh? Where’d you come from? Go ‘way, chickadee! I’m next in line for the feeder when thrush is done. There’s a pecking order around here, remember?”
“Ah, drat! Now where’d YOU come from?”
“I guess it’s leftovers tonight after all.” (sigh)
“Fresh or leftover, it’s all the same to me. I don’t share with nobody, kid. So scoot!”
“Aghhh! I’ll risk the cats. I’m outta here!”
“Yeah, I think I’ll sit this one out, too. It sounds like sparrow’s feeling peckish.”
Nobody wins in an argument. Which means I’d better make up my mind about the writing versus baking thing. The baking wins out as I need to set a loaf of cheese bread to rise and make some shortbread. On the other hand, I’ve been writing, haven’t I? Isn’t that called compromise?
What excuses do you come up with when faced with something that tries to eat into your writing time?
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16 thoughts on “Arguments are for the birds!”
Love the personifications! And the photos are perfect. You caught those attitudes beautifully. Such a nice start to my morning.
You are such a wonderful photographer. I could sit and look at your shots all day. Course, then I’d get nothing done, and both of us would be in caca for wasting the day. LOL. Oh well, better to be bad together than alone.
Merry Christmas, dear Carol.
When I sit at the window all day I don’t get anything done anyway! But a little silliness is okay once in a while.
Carol, what fun and what a dilema … to do or not to do … isn’t that the question we face each day? First the baking, then the cooking, a few errands need to be done, of course it’s always that phone call you forgot or a friend for lunch. Then you must answer your emails … visit your blog friends … do I have time for comments today? Okay, I’ll just have my coffee and make a list … then after I finish the laundry I might have time for that first draft … Ooops … I forgot today is my monthly book club. Guess I’ll be up late again 🙂
Now that I am a bona fide writer…(yes, I have my first rejection slip to prove it!) I feel that it might be alright for me to comment. Besides, I love your photography. It’s fantastic that you understand bird… it’s such a difficult language for me. I appreciate your translation, and thanks for sharing.
It’s always alright for you to comment here!
love! luv! it! I SO LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR BLOGS M’DEAR FRIEND…and will get back to you soon re correspondence …. By the way I’ve sent your blog address on to another occasional blogger who I think will really enjoy your blogs.
Thanks, Earlene; I’ll look forward to seeing who it is. I always enjoy meeting fellow bloggers.
Good morning, everyone. So glad to have you drop in this morning! I’m glad you enjoyed our wee birdie conversation. I seem to have an entertaining flock around here some days — they’re a great distraction. 😉
I have thousands of reasons not to write, but not once did it involve seeds! Such lovely photos.
Love your photos, Carol! I finally decided to opt for the no-guilt approach. I set aside periods of time when I don’t expect myself to write. My no-write time usually takes place in December – 2 or 3 weeks at Christmas – and during the summer when I have huge groups of family members staying at my house, and the homes of my Dad and Dad-in-law.
I love the appearance of the fat ugly bird! LOL
Just today I made myself sit down and work on edits. Wasn’t going to until January but I needed to!
I’m so glad I came by. Those views of the junco (?) squawking and looking back at you are priceless. Wonderful diversion here.
My problem–if I write first, I don’t do anything else. If I do something else first, I don’t write.
So I try to do both at once–scribble/type as things come to be while I’m doing something else. Consequently, I don’t get much of anything done. 🙂
Thanks for adding your comments Pat, Sue, Terri and Sandra. You each obviously approach your quandaries in different ways. I accomplished my baking yesterday, but not a very satisfying amount of writing. Mind you, if I had started the writing first, there wouldn’t be shortbread and Melting Moments in my cookie tins right now, so I guess I made the right decision.
Ahaha! Love the bird banter (and the great photos!).
If I write first, I don’t usually get to anything else. But then again, when there’s stuff that must be done, I’ve been known to use it to my advantage, greatly increasing my writing productivity: “When I stop writing, I have to clean the bathrooms.” In that case, writing first works wonders: no procrastination, cuz goodness knows i don’t want to be forced to do housework, but then I meet my word goal with time to spare… and time to do housework. Is that a win-win? I’m not sure. 😉
I think it is! But I don’t seem to be that good at bargaining with myself. I just start writing and forget about the clock altogether.