Zip It!

Sometimes I offer up more details in a conversation than is really necessary, and it gets me into trouble…

Last week H and I dined on the patio at a favorite restaurant.  Our table backed up to a tall hedge where I was lucky enough to discover a well-hidden baby bird.  As I discreetly snapped a few pictures, our waitress delivered the food; she never asked what I was doing, or even suspected, until I opened my mouth to announce my exciting discovery.  Within minutes she had spread the word to other diners, and before long an entourage of kids showed up at our table for a look.  Fortunately, I was able to convince one of the urchins that a limp French fry would not be an appropriate snack for the feathered youngster.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the fledgling hopped to the back side of the bushes and the crowd returned to their families.  I spent most of the evening in a disconnected conversation with my husband (who called me the “Paul Revere of Birdland”) while fretting over my new ward.  I’m sure its mother was very relieved when I left.