Determining Intent

Kathy

May 31

A warm blanket of sunshine covered the floor next to the stairway window. I padded over in my stocking feet to look out into the backyard. The sun-warmed floor felt good under my feet because the brick house where I live is always cool in the mornings, even on hot summer days. I was disgusted when I discovered my view of the lushly green backyard was marred by a huge, ugly smear of bird poo on the window glass.

Complaining to my daughter Tammie, I whined, "You should see the huge splotch of poop a bird dumped on the window glass. I can understand bird droppings found under their roosts, but this…this…" I sputtered, "This had to be intentionally done! It couldn't have been easy to get it to fall so perfectly in the center of the glass and have it dribble in such a way as to make it look like the wing of a white moth."

Laughing, Tammie questioned, "Are you telling me the bird dirtied your window glass on purpose?"

"Well, maybe it was an accident." I grudgingly admitted. "I don't think I have an angry bird in the backyard who's carrying out a vendetta against me. After all, I keep my birdfeeders stocked with suet and black sunflower seeds all winter."