The secret lives of procrastinating birds.
Body: Did you ever wonder why birds just sit around in the sun? This bird, for example, did just that. It's just a regular bird, a mynah in Singapore.
I suppose it might be drying itself. I can't say it's really trying to get a tan. Maybe its trying to procrastinate. Maybe its partner told him/her to get some worms but it just didn't feel like it. Maybe it is thinking "why am I referred to as 'it' ?" Perhaps it is trying to remember a shopping list?
Or how about its trying to test out a theory it heard from a friend. Maybe it lost a bet at the regular "worm-bar" and had to stand out in the sun, fluff its feather pretend it is having a good time agape? Maybe its friends are about a block away laughing their bird brains out?
What I think, though, is that it is just like me. Maybe we both like to procrastinate. Perhaps whatever it is doing is secondary to its survival, but it feels good. Procrastination allows the mind to wander and consider the finer details in life. It feels like filling in the blanks in life which we create in our haste to accomplish whatever.
What if we allowed ourselves, an hour a day, moments like the one our bird-friend here is enjoying? I'm trying that out by blogging (word-crapping) to see if I actually get anywhere.
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