#21. Another person gets added to my complicated life.
#21. How am I supposed to know how to seek vengeance? I have no models for revenge except from books. I may need help. But who? So, when a new human shows up in my life like a mystery bird slowly kicking back from leaf and grass clippings, if this were a book? Well. If this were a book, the two would be related.
I’m doing the daily e-Bird count when I get a first sighting. First the bird:
I’m a birder who IDs the species by looking for clues. So, I think I recognize the hop-scrape-backwards behavior in the leaf litter. I get a better look when he flits to a fallen log in our shrub pile—a bird-refuge shrub pile which Pop deliberately adds to. I know for sure what I’m seeing when it cocks its tail, bobs it slowly, and flicks his wings. I write, HERMIT THRUSH in the notebook.
In contrast, I’m less certain about the next set of clues I see. First I notice Miss Mary’s mule—Sir Isaac (Newton)—coming out of the cow and calf pasture gate, leading a human, or so it seems. Since when does Miss Mary have any helpers besides us? Nobody tells me anything.
Never saw this person before, but it’s difficult to actually see much of him. Sir Isaac is a huge guard mule and the guy has a slouchy barn hat, flannel work shirt, Duluth multi-pocket pants, huge work boots, and gloves. He’s yodeling Good Moooooooorning, Captain from Mule Skinner Blues, the Bill Monroe song. I watch as he brushes Sir Isaac all over and checks his hooves. He laughs when the mule nuzzles his neck. I spy a Golden Crown Kinglet in the aspens and that Hermit Thrush in the blackberry thicket again. The guy puts Sir Isaac back in with Molly and Millie and their calves.
The next day I spy him out of the corner of my eye while I try to locate where a Carolina Wren’s “teakettle teakettle teakettle” is coming from. He (the guy, not the wren ) is weeding Miss Mary’s fall spinach and kale. Same clothes. I hear him humming while I fix my binoculars on a mixed feeding flock of Chickadees, Titmice, Nuthatches, and (tahdah!!) White-Throated Sparrows in the Crab Apple trees, all of which silences the pretty brown wren. I cup my hand behind my ear to try to catch what the guy is singing today. It sounds like Let the Harvest Go to Seed. He finishes with, Darlin’ please remember let the harvest go to seed, so the wild birds and critters will have enough to eat. He looks up from the kale, watches the mixed flock, meets my eyes, and laughs out loud.
I get my first look at his face. He’s like me; not a grown-up. You can tell.
Today I don’t spy him right away (not that I’m looking) but I do witness a Cooper’s Hawk clear the entire South backyard (the area with the raised beds and feeders). Then up on Miss Mary’s porch I see Miss Mary in her chaise lounge. He’s reading the papers out loud to her.
Finally! The mystery is solved when the two of them come for supper. “Oliver” is Miss Mary’s grand-nephew. For some reason that is not discussed, he will now be living with her. He’s just turned 14 and going into 7th grade. He’s talltalltall, but without the barn clothes he’s merely a very skinny kid with big feet.
At supper, Mimi, Pop, Miss Mary, Clyde, and Sam either converse or repeat sentences twice (if you’re the twins) while Oliver and I say nothing. Then Pop asks us to do the dishes even though it’s my chore anyways. Sam and Clyde ferry plates and forks and bowls and even the centerpiece (!!!) to the sink counter then disappear with their trucks.
This is how our first Oliver-and-Isabel conversation starts: He polishes a glass he’s drying, holds it up to the light like the bartender in Cheers, and asks, So what ARE your plans for that Preliminary Hearing?
Oliver! a game-changer. (Only if he isn’t smarter than you or rides in on a white horse to save the day)
Don’t fret, Toni. Mimi and I have agreed to let him join our Citizen Science project so he’s coming over to bird tomorrow. We actually didn’t talk at all after he popped The Big Question, hmmmm, that sounds like he asked me to marry him in some old movie, doesn’t it? (Ridiculous!!) When I started to ask him how he knew about the Hearing, he just taps the side of his nose and says, “I read the local papers to Zia and she told me all about your parents. I am so sorry, Isabel.” And then Miss Mary and Mimi and Pop are all crowded near the sink and counters. Mimi laughs that the twins cleared the semi-permanent centerpiece off the table along with the dishes and we all say good-bye until tomorrow.
One more thing: I know that I want to do this revenge thing myself. On the other hand, I am honest about knowing nothing about how to do it. I think it’s a serendipity that Oliver suddenly moves in with Miss Mary and might be able to give my effort engine more oomph. (And, btw, I will change that metaphor about me being like the wrong knight trying to pull swords out of that stone in the King Arthur story. I wasn’t brought up to be a weak girl who needed to depend on the men to solve the problems.I want to be more of a Wonder Woman.)