Homesickness & The Squeaky Swing Bird: Everyday Magic, Day 259

When I woke this morning, I felt that wild pang of homesickness, particularly given the snow (yet again!) that fell last night. Spring is upon Kansas, and I’m wintering along in Vermont. While I adore my students and the new faculty I’m meeting and talking with late into the night, I found myself wondering if it was too early to pack.

Back to my room mid-morning after a wonderful meeting with students, I lay on the bed, trying to power-nap myself back to full restfulness. But my body wanted to elongate and bend, and I ended up spreading a towel on the floor as a makeshift yoga mat and doing sun salutations and other yoga poses. Opening the window to let us some of the warming (like almost 40 degrees) air, the sun finally back out after its week-long road-trip away from us, home came to me: the squeaky swing bird called.

I hear this bird loud and repetitive at home, a call like an old swing squeaking one way and then another, exactly what I was hearing back home a week ago. I opened the window wider and stood in Mountain Pose smiling. In an hour I would look up the bird sound on the computer and find (to my surprise) that this isn’t some rare spring bird, but the call of the constant bluejays.

Since then, walking across campus, I open my ears, ready to find its call. Squeak me home wherever I am, especially when the snow flies.

2 thoughts on “Homesickness & The Squeaky Swing Bird: Everyday Magic, Day 259

  1. Joanna says:

    I actually found your blog when trying to find the squeaky swing bird. I spent the first 20 years of my life in So. IL. and the next 15 in central IN. I have been in Vermont almost a year now. I had never heard this particular call from a Blue Jay before and was quite surprised that’s all it was. Our resident Blue Jay does the squeaky swing and the Jeer Jeer A LOT. When I first started hearing it, I actually thought someone was nuts for swinging across the street at the school really early in the morning.

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