I’ve been away from The Crone’s Nest for several weeks now without a word of why or wherefore, and I feel I should apologize for so rudely disappearing. Truth is, I’ve been dealing with some medical issues that I don’t think are serious (fingers crossed), but which have left me with a reduced incentive to spend time at my computer.
Like an ostrich with its head stuck firmly in the sand, I’ve had my nose deep in one book or another. It’s an effective means of preventing unnecessary brooding while waiting for the yea/nay to come eventually from the medical folk.
For some unknown reason, I can suck back hours and hours of reading during such waiting periods, but I have a very hard time getting my head around writing. Reading is my particular Susannah head-in-the-sand solution to waiting periods.
Some of us find it essential to keep busy during such waiting periods. These are the people whose houses are so clean you could lick the floor and get nothing but the taste of Mr. Clean on your tongue, because when these folks have something on their mind, they work it out. Window-cleaning and reaming out the fireplace flue come to mind as jobs such a person might feel a strong urge to tackle.
Not me. I prefer to read out whatever’s on my mind. In fact, I feel completely entitled these days to retire to my couch with a book if I so much as get a splinter in my finger, or it happens to be a bad hair day.
Obsessive reading is definitely within my repertoire, and sometimes it’s hard to define precisely what might not prevent me from pursuing the dubious allure of a solid workday.
It’s all a matter of perspective.
However, the thought has occurred to me that if I’m going to think of myself in terms of the bird world these days, I’d much prefer to define myself as a blue-footed booby rather than an ostrich. For one thing, they’re cuter.
In this world of endlessly versatile – and often downright weird – Creation, these delightful clown-like birds are in a category of their own. I mean, really: blue feet? Whoever would have thought? It’s some kind of grand celestial joke, I’m sure.
No matter. If these cuties aren’t just about the most smile-inducing birds you’ve ever laid eyes on, I’ll eat my plumage.
National Geographic tells us that the males rightly take great pride in those fabulous feet, and the gals use their own blue feet as chick-warmers, covering their babies to keep them warm.
But that’s not all they’ve got going for them: in addition to possessing spectacular feet, these guys can also dance. They strut their stuff in front of the lady boobies, and the ones with the brightest feet and the best moves get to set up housekeeping with one of the gals.
Check out the pair at left and tell me that the solemn, pompous dance these two are doing, with their heads in the air as though to make it clear that they’re a cut above all that foolishness going on in their nether regions, doesn’t make you smile just a little.
Furthermore, dancing definitely beats sticking your head in the sand with your tail waving in the breeze like a certain other bird we know.
And given that the dance seems to consist almost entirely of strutting from one foot to another to show off those bright blue boats, I suspect I might possibly be able to do the Blue-Foot Boogie too if I really put my mind to it. There’s a bit of wing-flapping in there as well, but that’s no problem for us two-armed peeps. Just wave those arms!
All in all, the Blue-Foot Boogie seems to be an ideal kind of picker-upper for anyone who, like me, has been having some serious head-in-the-sand days lately. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? It’s Blue-Foot Boogie time. Are you a bit sad, or worried, or waiting for time to pass? Check out the B-F Boogie again.
I tell you, it’ll grow on you.
Remember the old quote, “You’ve gotta dance like nobody’s watching”? Truer words have rarely been written. However, in this particular instance, I would seriously advise you not to take the advice literally.
Some decorum in public is usually advisable.
Try the B-F Boogie during an off-moment while you’re standing in the lineup at Wal-Mart and you might just find yourself being gently escorted to the hotel with the rubber rooms.
But in the privacy of your own home? Hey, go for it.
Just boogie down, man!
From National Geographic:
Blue-footed boobies live off the western coasts of Central and South America. The Galápagos Islands population includes about half of all breeding pairs of blue-footed boobies.
Like other boobies, blue-foots nest on land at night. When day breaks, they take to the air in search of seafood, sometimes fishing in cooperative groups.
They may fly far out to sea while keeping a keen eye out for schools of small fish, such as anchovies. When their prey is in sight, these seabirds utilize the physical adaptations that make them exceptional divers. They fold their long wings back around their streamlined bodies and plunge into the water from as high as 80 feet (24 meters). Blue-footed boobies can also dive from a sitting position on the water’s surface.
Blue-footed boobies also use their webbed feet to cover their young and keep them warm. When a typical brood of one to three chicks hatches, both parents feed and care for them.
All half-dozen or so booby species are thought to take their name from the Spanish word bobo. The term means “stupid,” which is how early European colonists may have characterized these clumsy and unwary birds when they saw them on land—their least graceful environment.
I hope everything turns out well and you can surface again. And really, when it comes to birds, ostriches and boobies are two pretty silly ones. I think that’s a good thing. Big hugs from Colorado and all good thoughts. ❤
It’s a bit of a silly post, but I kind of got into it. And to be truthful, those blue-foots really do crack me up.
Thanks for your good wishes, Martha. Frankly, I’m fed up with all the tests and procedures. I sincerely hope they’re much ado about nothing so I can get back to my life. I’m becoming quite the curmudgeon these days, so it’s just as well I retire behind the pages of my books!
Hugs back from The Frozen North (not yet, but coming soon….) ❤
I loved reading your interesting article, didn’t know they existed. Thinking of you and sending beautiful light your way.
Thank you, Paula. I do love those funny, pompous-looking birds, even if I’ve never met one in real life. And thank you for your thoughts and light – I appreciate them, believe me!
Love this post Sue, great story and amazing setup. Hope all is well health wise, hugs Deany
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Hi, and thank you for the kind words! I almost jettisoned this post because I had so much trouble with it, but I eventually got into it and had some fun. Writing doesn’t come easily these days, which is why I’m hiding behind my books. 🙂
Good post Sue. I have the urge to find some pure wool in that fabulous blue and knit/felt me some booby feet and have some fun. Dance while waiting instead of fret while waiting. Sounds good! Being silly can be so liberating. My friend Linda and I used to have what we called our silly times, an hour or two of just being plain silly. It was so good for the soul. Namaste.
Hah, I can see you now, and perhaps Jocelyn and Gigit, wearing blue booby-feet and doing the dance! It’s a hoot, and that image has absolutely made my day! 🙂
I hope you get good news soon. In the meantime, there is nothing wrong with some down time to read and care for yourself. And to do a blue footed booby dance!
Thanks, Lorrie – I hope so too! Speculation and uncertainty make me cranky.
However, I very much enjoy visualizing those blue-footed guys doing their silly, solemn dance. I really do think those birds are the cutest things, and the image makes me grin to myself every time I call it up. And that’s a pretty feel-good thing. 🙂
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I prefer obsessive drinking, which–like Boobie dancing–should be done in private. Good thoughts headed your way.
Unfortunately, alcohol has never been my drug of choice – mainly because I don’t like the taste of the stuff. Go figure….
[Although now that I think of it, this is probably all to the good, given my basically obsessive nature. Heaven knows what kind of debauched drunk I’d have wound up being if I had actually LIKED booze!] 🙂
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I hear you. I too hide in books in times of trouble. If good vibes from Downunder do their job, you’ll soon be up there boobying your little blue feet off!
Good vibes gratefully accepted – especially good vibes coming from Down Under.
My granddaughter and her partner (both born adventurers) moved to Melbourne from Canada last spring and are having the time of their lives enjoying Aussie friendliness and high spirits. They were supposed to be coming home in 2017, but they’ve already decided to extend their stay for a couple more years. There isn’t much that can beat sunshine and fun times!
So glad they’re enjoying it!
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So nice to meet you – glad you got your head out of the sand for a few moments, and danced with the blue-foot while blogging. I TOTALLY agree with you – sometimes the only way, the best way, to deal with ‘stuff,’ is to get down deep into a good book and keep on keeping on inside someone else’s head. I am an obsessive reader and can’t imagine life without a good book to keep me going. I generally read a book a week, but get impatient because I’d like to read more. BUT, I’m a writer too, so I have to make myself close the book and work on my own characters.
Best of luck to you with your tests – may they prove that you’re healthy, and just have a healthy addiction to… books.
Hello Pamela, and thank you for visiting my blog. I read a few books a week, but then I’m older and retired – and also at the moment a bit incapacitated – so I likely have far more time available to give my iPad a workout than you do! (I’ve recently switched to downloading books onto my tablet because the physical kind were beginning to take over the house.) Thanks, too, for your good wishes. I’m keeping my fingers crossed, for sure.
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