Plucky Little Birds.

I was driving home today and saw something that never fails to encourage me.

A little tiny sparrow was diving at a big old retreating crow. Despite the inevitable disney-fied images of animals that we tend to conjure up, I could imagine hearing him saying, “Come on you big bastard...pick on my kids again, I’ll tear your f***ing eyes out!” It’s always heartening somehow to see little guys making it—or at least taking a shot. Realising that maybe they’re not big, bad-ass birds, but that through courage and plucky determination, by golly, they can take on the big guys. Of course sometimes I guess they get eaten by hawks...

Anyway, this is the metaphor for my new big adventure. I’m not totally sure why...

The movers come tomorrow. I turn over the keys on Monday. Off to California on Tuesday...banjo on my knee.