us over this afternoon to celebrate my birthday, and she wants us to meet the
new young man in her life, said Mrs. Finch, reading her daughters
email as Mr. Finch tended to his birdwatching equipment.
I had intended to
spend the afternoon observing the spotted blue warbler, said Mr. Finch
grumpily, while cleaning the lenses of his binoculars.
ornithologist, said Mrs. Finch, Perhaps you two can talk about the
blue warbler, and your grackle observations.
Since shed been a
child, Robin had always been drawn to birds, observing the hummingbirds
fluttering speedily in the backyard, and the blackbirds in the nearby trees.
Her interest in birds had led to an internship as the ornithologists lab
assistant, and on her first day he advised her to pay heed to the parrot
sitting in the labs window. We must listen to the parrot,
said the ornithologist with great seriousness as the parrot squawked
Robin didnt mind the
ornithologists eccentricities, and eventually became romantically
involved with him. She found excitement in his bizarre experiments.
Earlier in the day, she was on the roof of the lab building, completely covered
by wrens, a willing vehicle in the ornithologists latest tests. I
love participating in science! yelled Robin lustily, as the ornithologist
looked on, scribbling notes.
Birds flew about the
observatory as Robin reminded the ornithologist of her parents impending
visit. You know, Ken, my parents are really looking forward to meeting
The ornithologist felt
disturbed by this intrusion into his current project involving birds
sexual practices, but said, All right, if you wish. We will salve the
bird orifices with creams and jellies, then lotions later.
As the hour of the visit
approached, the ornithologist looked to the parrot in the window, flashing
green, blue, red, and purple, advocating diplomacy on the part of the
ornithologist in the area of interpersonal relations. In fact, the parrot went
on to advocate severe restraint in the areas of global diplomacy and societal
communications. As the parrot glowed orange, the ornithologist knew that it
recommended personal policies of harmonious hygiene on all physical and
emotional levels. When the ornithologist updated Robin on this development, she
looked at him, knowing hed be a challenging project.
The Finches met Robin and
the ornithologist at the lake, Robin having arranged a duck pedal boat ride,
which she hoped would bring everyone together. Hello Ken, its a
pleasure to meet you, said Mrs. Finch, extending her hand. The
ornithologist mumbled something about the importance of the parrot, as he
half-heartedly smeared bird droppings off of his palm, and shook hands with
Mrs. Finch, who looked at the excrement dubiously.
Daddy, Ken has been
involved in exciting wren experiments, said Robin anxiously, as Mr. Finch
stared into his smartphone, grumbling and looking at pictures of blue
Mrs. Finch looked at her
husband and recalled that he had been reading a birdwatching magazine
distractedly during much of their first date over 30 years ago, which also
happened to be on Mrs. Finchs birthday.
On the lake, in the duck
pedal boat, Robin opened a box containing her mothers birthday cake. She
stuffed candles into the frosting and lit them, intoning, Happy Birthday,
Mom! Now make a wish! Mrs. Finch looked at her husband and the
ornithologist, then blew out the candles.
It was then that the
clouds parted and a flock of birds arrived amidst dazzling rays of sunlight and
the word Hallelujah! echoing through the sky. Mrs. Finch smiled as
the birds talons lifted Mr. Finch and the ornithologist up into the air,
taking them far, far away.