This may be the last picture we shot of White Bird and Mr. Bird together. It demonstrates how comfortable they were with one another.White Bird seems to have chosen to remain in the neighborhood despite the death of her great friend Mr. Bird (see previous post). We believe White Bird is a female and quite young. So it is always possible that she will seek her fortune elsewhere.
For the moment she continues to patrol the neighborhood. She apparently roosts in different places at night so I, at least, never know where to find her.
Our neighbor Sophia credits White Bird with helping us find the body of Mr. Bird the morning he was killed. She says that White Bird appeared at her door but would not accept any food, and then went down to the seawall to peer into the river. This drew Sophia's attention to the seawall footer. One house down, under a projecting dock, she saw the body of Mr. Bird.
If White Bird had not behaved in this unusual fashion we might never have found the body. It would have floated away when the tide came up. Probably we would still be wondering where our beautiful blue peacock had gone. At least now, we know.
Last night Sophia brought over some flowers for the grave. As nice as they are, they will never match the terrific joy Mr. Bird brought into our lives during the 16 years he spent here.
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