La versión español esta después de la versión inglés.
WHILE HAVING LUNCH the other day in front of the TV, we were engrossed in an episode of “Taboo,” when Dudo suddenly leaped into the air in the middle of the living room. Just ahead of him, we noticed, was a sparrow. It had flown in through the open glass curtain on the terrace and then was likely chased until it found its way through my open bedroom window. I quickly hustled the cats into San Geraldo’s bedroom (it still surprises me how they listen to me) and closed the door. San Geraldo, meanwhile, attempted to catch the sparrow which had landed atop the air conditioning unit near the ceiling in the living room. The cats and I bided our time. Well, Moose and I did. Dudo paced. San Geraldo lost sight of the sparrow while precariously balancing on the arms of the two overstuffed chairs; and then the sparrow, of it’s own accord, flew out the door and off the terrace. I released the cats (the hyperactive Dudo and the curious Moose). Dudo found a sparrow “tuft” on the living room floor and spent the next few hours caressing it. (Click the images to feel the excitment.)
BY THE WAY, THANKS for tolerating me yesterday. San Geraldo and I had a good talk, which primarily means he hugged me and listened and, in that way, reminded me we’re all worthy of love — yes, even me. I’m doing so much better today. I’ll tell you one of these days about what goes on in my head when I crash. Meanwhile, I’m not reading the news for a few days. It helps.
MIENTRAS TENÍA ALMUERZO el otro día frente a la televisión, estábamos absortos en un episodio de “Taboo”, cuando Dudo de repente saltó al aire en medio de la salón. Justo delante de él, notamos, había un gorrión. Había volado a través de la cortina de vidrio abierta en la terraza y luego fue perseguido hasta que encontró su camino a través de la ventana abierta de mi habitación. Rápidamente metí a los gatos en la habitación de San Geraldo (todavía me sorprende que me escuchen) y cerré la puerta. San Geraldo, mientras tanto, intentó atrapar al gorrión que había aterrizado sobre la unidad de aire acondicionado cerca del techo en la sala de estar. Los gatos y yo aguardamos nuestro tiempo. Bueno, Moose y yo lo hicimos. Dudo se paseaba. San Geraldo perdió de vista al gorrión mientras se balanceaba precariamente en los brazos de las dos sillas; y luego el gorrión, por su propia voluntad, salió volando por la puerta y salió de la terraza. Liberé a los gatos (el hiperactivo Dudo y el curioso Moose). Dudo encontró un “mechón” de gorrión en el piso de la salón de estar y pasó las siguientes horas acariciándola. (Haz clic en las imágenes para sentir la emoción.)
POR CIERTO, GRACIAS POR tolerarme ayer. San Geraldo y yo tuvimos una buena conversación, que significa principalmente que me abrazó y escuchó y, de esa manera, me recordó que todos somos dignos de amor — sí, incluso yo. Lo estoy haciendo mucho mejor hoy. Te diré uno de estos días sobre lo que pasa por mi cabeza cuando me estrello. Mientras tanto, no estoy leyendo las noticias por unos días. Me ayuda.
Sus ojos están en el gorrión.
Y sé que él me mira.
29 thoughts on “His Eye Is on the Sparrow / Sus Ojos Están en el Gorrión”
Huh, heard “Release the Kraken!” in my head 🙂 I’m glad the little guy got out of there. I wasn’t aware of needing to “tolerate” you at all! We love you Mitchell. I know I do, and I’m sure everyone else who visits this here blog regularly does too! I know the dark places a mind can go to, all on its own. I’m happy that you have someone who cares so much close at hand to help pull you out of the dark. Sorry for being so sappy. It got up to 104 degrees here yesterday, and my brain has partially melted (not that anyone can tell). Well, I’m sending you big old hugs thru cyberspace, or whatever it’s called.
You make my days so much better. Thank you! 104? Haven’t experienced that since we left Sevilla. Here I complain when it hits 85! Although we do get into the 90s.
Those are alert cats!!!!!! I love it!!! A narrow escape……….they would love my windows.
They would go nuts on your window sills! They’ve never seen such variety… and inches away.
When I read your title, I instantly thought of the Baretta theme song, the one sung by Sammy Davis Jr. I did not know there was another eye on the sparrow song out there.
I once saw a bird, presumably a mother bird, fly down and peck a very surprised cat on the head when it got too close to an egg (apparently it was some species of bird that doesn’t believe in putting a nest in a tree.)
Both doing their duty in keeping the world to rights. 🙂
So what do you suppose REALLY happened to Robert Blake’s ex-wife?
Robert Blake? Who he?
He’s the actor who played Baretta. His wife was shot and killed on the street outside a restaurant, allegedly while he was still inside. He was tried and acquitted and then found guilty in a wrongful death civil suit filed by his wife’s children (from a previous marriage). Aren’t you glad you asked?
Oh really? THAT one? (Clueless shoulder shrug).
“Keep Your Eye on the Sparrow”! Imagine the Baretta theme as a gospel song! Mother birds can be fierce.
“daddy, where did the birdie friend go!” – dudo’s expression
Glad he hasn’t blamed me for sending his friends away.
Dudo is a natural born hunter! Moose is more laid back and meh about it all. They’re a cute pair.
Moose does get excited but he wouldn’t want to expand TOO much energy! Besides, while Dudo can fly through the air, Moose can only get a few inches off the ground.
Hugs from Canada regarding yesterdays post – everyone feels like that now and again. One of these days those birds are going to press their luck….in the mean time the kitties are biding their time.
Thanks so much! Dudo did catch and kill one bird… it may have died of fear… Sure hope it doesn’t happen again.
Such FUN for the cats! I can just imagine the adrenaline rush they had!
Happy ‘the talk’ worked for you. Now…onwards and upwards!
As Sophie Tucker said, “I’m tryin’, honey.”
Would they know what to do, if they caught the bird? Messy
Oh yeah. We saved one caught by Dudo. No bites. Another I think died of fear (no bites).
John Gray’s cat has been known to bring home headless bunnies.
I can’t imagine. I remember his (and other’s) stories of their cats crunching mouse bones at the foot of the bed at night.
Good guard cats.
But luckily for the bid, they were tucked away.
PS You ARE loved, believe me.
I exhaust myself. Thank you!
It is so exciting when a bird friend decides to visit. 🙂
*hugs* to you.
Thanks for the hugs. Yes, Dudo and Moose were so excited.
Oh the crazy cats! Would would we do without them?
Well, we’d sleep later and longer. But we would’t be as happy… or entertained.