I have a dirty little secret. You’ve got to promise you’ll still act like you know me once I’ve shared it with you.
Every morning I walk on trails where large birds have left deposits that no bank would accept. They remind me of the internationally acclaimed kid’s book, “Everyone Poops,” in which the author describes how everything that eats – mammal, fish, fowl – poops.
So there! If it’s a legit kid’s book, I’m sure we can talk about a bit of bird s**t here.
Being a curious soul and possessing a way-bent brain, one morning it dawned on me that bird poop is Mother Nature’s parallel to Hermann Rorschach’s ten panel test of ink blots.
As in, “What do you see in this s**t?
You can’t tell me honestly that all these years you’ve walked around, stepped over or looked at bird poop you’ve never said to yourself, “That looks like ….”
Come on. You know you have. It’s like cloud watching.
Just to make sure I wasn’t going crazy, I Googled “bird, poop, art” and voila, several artists/writers’ names appeared who have in some way utilized bird poop as an art form or form of art. Whatever.
Now I’m relieved, but also disappointed because it’s obvious some folks have put way more time and energy into this bird s**t than I have … or, ever will.
I just wanted to find ways I could be “present in the here and now” while I walked instead of being in my head and missing the beauty in everything … including bird s**t. When I notice all the little things, it keeps my mind from taking its own walk about, and believe me you don’t want to go there.
So, I do have a purpose when I walk – to stay in the present moment – and I now also have a sideline – to analyze the bird poop plops in my path.
My only problem with this grand scheme is, to my utter disappointment, all the bird s**t I see in the mornings looks like Ireland. Maybe it’s me.
Take a look at this fascinating work of an artist who “plays” in bird poop:” www.suemitchellart.com/bird-poop-art/.