We rarely have control over things, or alone over Nature. We have also deceived ourselves that we humans are the only intelligent animal, capable of emotions and reactions. Bah…
Spring: my aromatic herbs in the schoolyard are struggling to grow. I know I don’t really have a green thumb, but this time it’s blackbirds. They are spiteful. Or they simply they do spite for necessity. I think they are building a nest they collect sticks around. My herbs pots must contain many, because they are constantly diving into them.
When I see them and when I can, that is, if there is no lesson in progress, I rush out and scold them. Yes, I reproach them. What a fool!
The yellow-beaked blackbird, as Iole di Marino used to say, speaking of her son and his wit. I was going to scold a yellow-beak blackbird!
Then one day I get tired. And I do as I did with my son. I go out with the broom and threaten that merlaccio to beat him. Not that I had the intention – after all, I didn’t have the intention even with my son – and, even if I had, do you think I would have been able to catch a blackbird? – after all I would not have succeeded even with my son.
The blackbird runs away, flies away and hides behind the hedge close to the surrounding wall. I keep chasing him. I threaten with the broom. That one looks at me but knows that where he is from, in an intrigue of branches, I would never take him. So he just looks at me. He thinks. I’ll be wrong, but he has a grim look that reminds me of a human. Or maybe it was that human that reminded me of a blackbird.
I go back in and leave the large glass door open.
I head toward the back of the litchen.
I am turned, therefore.
The blackbird enters the large room. He makes a small fly over the marble table. He poops on it. He takes the door and flies away. Do you think he entered by mistake? No. He did that on purpose. He premeditated action as a result of my threat. It made me understand who’s in charge and that… I’m stupid!
Well i think i used a bottle of disinfectant and the blackbird kept destroying my herbs searching for sticks.