There was a little ripple of strangeness here at the Manor during the week.
Strangeness is when something rather unusual happens such as trying to phone someone you haven't spoken to in years only to find their phone is engaged because they are trying to phone you. Or it might be a little whirlwind that appears on the lawn and then vanishes for no reason.
I was sitting here last Wednesday. It was hot and humid so I had the doors open beside me. Next thing, a wren flew in giving a loud whistle.
Birds smack themselves off the windows here at a fierce rate. Some break their necks which is sad, while others sit for a while wondering what the fuck just happened, but most just carry on as if flying into an invisible barrier is just part of life. However I can only remember two occasions in the last thirty or so years where a bird actually flew into the house. One was a robin that went rigid with fright and had to be gently carried out, while the other was a sparrow that flew in through a roof light and was a right bugger to get out.
So I was more that surprised when the wren flew in. He did a victory lap of the room and shot out the doors again. But on his way out, he passed another wren who was flying in. That one flew to the far side of the room and disappeared behind the television. I went in search of him but couldn't find him anywhere. There wasn't a sight nor a sound, nor even a chirp. In the end, I decided he has sneaked out when I wasn't looking so I gave up. About half an hour later there was a loud whistle and he shot from behind a cupboard, did a lap of the room and shot out the door. So in thirty years we have two birds fly in, and suddenly two more fly in in the same day.
Thursday was hotter and stickier, and I was sitting here with the doors and the window behind me wide open. Next thing I heard a wren cheep behind me. Aha I thinks to myself. The little bugger has learned his lesson and is staying outside. But no.. the next thing he flew across my shoulder, did two laps of the room and shot out the door.
Three visits in two days? And I must point out that the wren isn't a particularly common bird in these parts. Strangeness indeed?
I did a little research. Apparently the wren is vilified by Christians but venerated by Pagans. I have a soft spot for wrens so I suppose that makes me a Pagan? It fits nicely with some of my philosophies anyway.
Also a bird flying into the house is supposed to be good luck. But it's also supposed to be a portent of death. So after three visits I'm in for some massive good luck before I die [three times] within days.
It's lucky I'm not superstitious.