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The crows and the seagulls are at war. They must not know that it is Easter. Children everywhere are scouring the bushes for colored eggs and above their heads the skies are alive with aerial combat.
Squadrons of seagulls hang on the breezes screeching warnings to their mates. They are not the aggressors. The crows soar above, tip their wings and swoop into the seagull squadron breaking their tight formation. The crows are relentless in their attack and the seagulls are persistent in their objections. I imagine a transcript of the seagull chatter might read like this: “Don’t do it! Don’t do it! Don’t do it! AH! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID IT! (repeat as the crows reset for their next foray): a mini Syria and the United Nations.
And then the eagle enters the neighborhood and slowly, regally, lands in the madrona tree. A territorial insult to the crows that is too much to bear! En masse, the angry crows forget the gulls and swoop into the madrona tree; they take turns bombarding the eagle. The gulls, now allied with the crows, fly a circle around the tree and cheer on the offended crows (“Get her! Get her! Get her!” they cheer). The eagle is unaffected, almost bored by the assault. “What to eat next?” she ponders, “Or who?”
On the ground, children fill their baskets with chocolate bunnies, marshmallow chicks and shiny new pennies. There are a plethora of new Easter dresses, colorful hats and clip-on ties, cinnamon rolls, fruit salad, egg dishes, coffee, pastel sweaters and shoes too tight for the feet they hold captive. The Masons march in Georgetown, swords clanking, the feathers on their caps fluttering in the morning breeze. Church organs honk. Bells clang. Gas prices rise. A sacred day for some, an oddity to others, on the ground or in the sky the rituals of spring are in full bloom.
The madness of spring is upon us so the play of life is more apparent. There are nests to build. The eagle steps off the branch and soars toward the Sound; unhappy news for an unsuspecting salmon. The crows crow their perceived victory as the seagulls scatter, old alliances forgotten.
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Rich description, David! The play of life goes on, each community absorbed by its own drama or comedy.