Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Bird Hair

Spouse's unruly beard looked like a bird's nest, and then it became one.
Spouse, who was unable to shave for the better part of three months, unable to trim his enormous head of hair, relinquished his disheveled appearance on Sunday.
Our friend took the shorn curls and gave them to the birds. She scattered to the wind the reminders of terrible days and urged the birds to take the remnants and weave homes and draw comfort from the strands.
Now somewhere up a tree there is either a beard shaped like a nest or a nest shaped like a beard.


julochka said...

it sounds like a lovely way to let go of some of the shock and pain of what happened. and i really love your last line.

thinking of both of you!

ArtSparker said...

I think Edward lear once said something about that.

Pappy said...

Saw the pictures. An Eagle perhaps, or the entire Wren population of Maine. Glad you had a great visit. Pappy

Phyllis Hunt McGowan said...

Julie, Thank you :) We're doing much better now.

ArtSparker, Ah, yes, bird's nests in the hair.

Texican, that was very funny. And Spouse appreciated the joke ;)

Morning's Minion said...

So glad you are posting again. A nice idea--to make a ritual of the hair and beard trimming and offer it to the birds. I once found a nest with the selvege edges of quilt fabric woven in--plucked no doubt from the dust heap near my garden.

Phyllis Hunt McGowan said...

Morning's Minion, birds are certainly industrious creatures. They'll find what's best and make use of it. Clever little things.
It certainly made us feel so much better to be rid of the hair in such a wonderful way.

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