Some people take in Broadway shows.
Others go to the theater, the ballet, and even the movies.
Roxy and I?
We go to the park.
It doesn’t matter what day it is, if it’s cold or hot, or if it’s crowded or not.
Walks in the park always allow us to witness something extraordinary.
Today’s entertainment was provided by a pair of crows.
I’ll be honest and admit that I’ve never liked crows.
Perhaps it has to do with the fact that crows are often portrayed as harbingers of death, or seen as a bad omen.
Or maybe it’s because we see them circling corpses like vultures in films, or that farmers have to put up scarecrows to keep them away from crops.
Or maybe it’s the fact that they’re completely black and black is such a somber color.
In spite of this, as Roxy and I sat on a bench across the tram tracks this morning, we couldn’t help but be captivated as these little guys strutted their stuff Travolta style.
Roxy sat mesmerized as each bird literally walked from left to right; one little claw in front of the other.
They seemed unperturbed by our presence and whenever a tram was coming, they’d swiftly get out of the way and return to the scene after it had passed.
This reminded me of the popular film scene where the protagonist is about to be hit by a train, but manages to roll out of the way in the nick of time.
Time seemed to stand still as we watched the show.
I happily snapped photos from a distance, while Roxy kept her eye on the performers.
Because I had to zoom in, the photos are a bit grainy, but I think you’ll still be able to admire their spectacle.
As Roxy and I gathered our belongings before heading home, I realized that these crows, while not the type of bird many people would sit and watch, had provided us with a pleasant time.
I had laughed, Roxy had relaxed, and we had both seen something we’d never seen before: a crow strutting his stuff.
I was humbled as I realized that while I didn’t think it was an attractive bird, the crows obviously thought they were the hottest things on the tram tracks this morning.
This leads me to conclude that we all have something to learn from my friends the crows, and it’s that, if you believe you’re beautiful, then you are; what others think is irrelevant.
It’s as simple as that.