If you think humans are the only ones to feel desperation, anxiety, and like beating their heads against the wall…nah. I got proof that the animal world can lose their minds, too, over who knows what.
I’m sitting in the kitchen on Mother’s Day morning, drinking the second pot of ‘Joe’, nursing a gimpy back shooting sciatic nerve pain down my leg…when I hear a loud thumping sound at the window.
“What the…?” I think, for it surely sounded as if the glass was going to come crashing any instant.
I hobbled to the adjacent den in time to see a robin…that’s right, a robin…hurling itself at the window. BANG, BANG, BANG…it kept hammering at the window as if it was fed up with the old adage about being on the outside, looking in.
I know birds do things like this, particularly during mating season. And I suspect that this one was seeing his reflection in the glass as it sat in the tulip tree outside the window…and was attacking what it thought to be a threat to his mating area. There were other robins in the area.
Now at the risk of anyone thinking that Press Pros has become an adjunct for the John J. Audubon Society, the irony of this was simply too good to ignore.
For frankly, have there not been mornings when you felt like butting your head against a wall?
When you were young…were there not times when your emotions over love got the best of you. Have you not done things in your life to prove something that you later asked yourself…why?
This poor robin kept flying head-long into that window for the better part of a half hour. Picking up a Nikon, I detailed his ruffled feathers, his determination, and that look in his eye that we all get when emotion gets the best of us.
There is nothing in the world worse than back pain of any kind, and the thought did cross my mind that therapy comes in many weird forms. The temptation to hurl myself against a brick wall did, for a moment, did strike me as therapeutic. One pain replacing another.
The thought also came to me that I had not called my mom the night before to arrange lunch, or dinner, with her later in the day. Frustrated, I felt like the robin.
If you think we’re the only ones willing to beat our heads against the wall, think of the old science fiction producer Rod Serling, who used to end each episode of the Twilight Zone with the phrase…”This is the dimension of imagination, of desperation outside our ability to conquer. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.”
Man, turned robin, turned man? Nah…but please pass the Ibuprofen.
Who has not considered banging their head against the wall, like this Robin, over that which you can't control, or figure out?