Yellow Chats up and down and across the slope. Indigo Bunting are darting around, reacquainting themselves with their own idea of slope territories, and with Indigo Bunting you can be pretty certain they spent their holidays in map rooms plotting their next campaign. And here I'd call it the Indigo Bunting Summer Campaign, but it would probably make no sense to them, because for an Indigo Bunting it's always Summer. All the same, at this time of the year, they kind of have that binocular wearing contentment of Generals, harmless but convinced of their invincibility. And when a few more weeks have passed, doubt and suspicion will set in and when that happens a boy Indigo Bunting becomes like a nutcase. Quite without balance, more like a berserker, which makes for a truly worrisome neighbor. And I guess that's what girl Indigo Bunting's look for in their men, a sort of wild eyed lunatic.
And I guess if you're a gentle Yellow Chat, devoted to the manners of song and
dance, the nuances of movement, the Butterfly wing flapping that a person can
hear if they're listening, and which no doubt in my mind has at least a
potential to greatly impress the girl Yellow Chats, because it sure as hell
impresses me. So, it must be kind of a nightmare having an Indigo Bunting as a
neighbor. As well, you'd think that being bright shiny blue, a sort of Peacock
feather blue, an Indigo Bunting would be very easy to see, sitting there all bad
tempered on the Blackberry canes. But he's not, and if you're Yellow Chat
practicing some kind of aerial pirouette, better get it all worked out before
middle of June when Indigo Bunting reckon there's grain enough in the grasses
for egg laying. Because once that starts everyone on the slope pretty much
has to hold their breath and keep perfectly still against Indigo Bunting, until
maybe the end of July.