TITLE: Adventure of Ron Hucklebery...#1-4 Don't distrub Blue Jays
By gene hudgens
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It is near lunch time when they return home from shopping. Aunty makes sand switches, which they enjoy with lemonade. Ron is anxious to get back outside and is soon giving Aunty a kiss before rushing off.
Ron has observed birds in the trees in Auntie's yard. He is especially interested in two large beautiful Blue Jays that seem to be the busiest of all the birds. One bird stays near the top of the tree while the other flies off somewhere. When it flies back after a few minutes the other bird will fly off.
It isn't long before Ron is running to the far end of the front yard to watch the Blue Jays in more detail. “I’ve got to find out what those two birds are up to.” Ron is whispering to himself.
This time he is determined to see exactly why the birds are so active in the big tree. He watches for awhile and decides he must climb the tree and get a closer look.
He is wearing the fresh navy blue short pants Auntie gave for him when he returned from the forest with his other shorts ruined. His sleeveless T-shirt is white with Tarzan and jungle scene. Now he will play Tarzan and climb the tall tree.
Auntie always tells him to be very careful in the trees and not fall and get hurt, so he is being extra careful as he climbs higher and higher. In a low voice Ron says to himself, “If I’m quiet I can slowly climb all the way to the nest before the birds see me.”
He is very near the nest and everything is going fine until suddenly both Blue Jays spot him and begin screaming and fluttering their wings and really getting angry.
Without warning one of these huge birds flies by Ron’s bare legs and actually touching him. “Oh, that is really a big bad bird. “I’ve go to be brave”, he whispers to himself, “I’d better carefully climb down as quickly as possible. Auntie will be real mad if I fall and get hurt.”
Suddenly these are no longer pretty Blue Jays…they are now huge eagle-like killers, like the ones he recently saw in the movies. One bird flies by and tries to peck his legs. Then the other one is braver and actually does slightly peck him. His leg is suddenly in pain.
He begins to scream at the top of his voice, “AUNT JANE…HELP! COME QUICKLY…THE BIRDS ARE EATTING ME!
Aunty comes running. “Ron, where are you?”
“Up here Aunt Jane.”
“Where up there?”
“Up here in the tree.”
“Where the birds are screaming.”
“OH! AUNT JANE HELP ME QUICKLY.
“Ron, listen carefully. Just be calm and slowly and carefully climb down the tree. For goodness sake be careful and don’t fall. It will be alright when you get down a little ways.
“OK, Auntie, I’m coming down. “ Ron carefully moves downwards and sure enough the birds calm down.
As soon as Ron is on the ground Aunt Jane grabs him and hugs him. “You’re OK now.” Suddenly Aunty releases little Tarzan and begins to laugh. She can't stop laughing. She stands there slapping her legs and laughing so hard she has tears. “This must be the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. You were screaming and the birds were screaming. You were scared and the birds were scared and mad".
As they walk back to the house Ron naturally gets a good lecture and a short advice class. Aunty is good at this because she is a teacher in the local school. In the house she examines his legs, washes them, and then puts medicine on the scratches.
Aunty then explains, “The birds were excited because they have their nest in the tree and in the nest was either their eggs or maybe the new baby birds. They were only protecting their babies just like humans do.”
“Auntie, you know I would never hurt the birds or their egg.” Ron explained.
“Yes, Ron, I know that, but the birds didn’t. This is another experience and you. You got down from the tree with out hurting yourself. That’s all that matters. I still think it was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” She laughs, as she gives him a big kiss and hug. “You remind me so much of the stories Grandmother told about your daddy when he was about ten.”
© GENE HUDGENS
Revised 12 Oct 08
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