The animal kingdom is something that I might never understand. Sure, we humans are part of this kingdom, but I can't help but feel as though we are on the outside looking in. Have you ever tried to get inside the head of an animal and consider what makes it tick? This happened to me this morning when I was out on a jog. One thing I like about running outside as opposed to a treadmill is the fact that for the time I'm out, I feel connected to the natural world. I have my earbuds in and a pair of hundred dollar Nikes on my feet, but besides those two minor things, I'm a regular Henry David Thoreau.
As I ran across this wooden bridge that spans a wetlands area and into a residential neighborhood, I couldn't help but notice hundreds of crows off in the distance. I turned down my music and the eerie sound of the birds quickly enveloped my ears. Approaching the crazy scene, they began moving a little off the road into the front-yards of the quiet homes or into the woods to my right-side. I felt like I was in the middle of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. You know that one where the the guy breaks his leg or something and kind of pervs out on his neighbors? That except with crows all over the place.
I have to admit that I am not a big fan of birds nor do I feel any brotherly connection to them whatsoever when I consider the animal family tree. One thing I noticed though in the middle of all this commotion was a sleepy looking St. Bernard almost lying backwards with his big snout lazily pressed against the family's living-room window. For a moment I felt as one with this dog as we witnessed this bird insanity outside. The language barrier, pane of glass, and span of yard between the Dog and I didn't get in the way at all of my understanding of what this dog was thinking. Still reclined back, and without moving a muscle, the dog communicated to me "I wonder how many of those crows I'd have to eat to get the taste of balls off my tongue."