This week, in honor of the Entropy series, The Birds, we asked contributors to tell us about the bird with which they most identify, the bird they want to be, or for whom they feel an affinity.
The crow or raven–I have felt this for as long as I can remember.
I’m obsessed with mourning doves. I listen to them every morning – they make nests in our eaves. They work their way into my writing all the time.
Pigeon. They are amazingly, admirably adaptable, if a bit grungier for what they’ve been through. I wrote a blog post about myself as Pigeon Mom a while back: http://breadandbread.blogspot.com/2014/09/the-egg-and-pigeon.html?m=1
Dennis James Sweeney
I think I’m an owl. They seem both larger and smaller than their bodies. They seem wise and wildly confused at once. And they’re kind of weird and unbirdlike, at least as compared to my archetype of birds. But they’re still there, in the trees, abiding.
I relate to grounded birds. Birds who can’t fly. I identify mostly with a velociraptor because it had feathers and was pretty fast, though I was extremely disappointed to find out, only today, that it was the size of a turkey. My velociraptor ego is bruised.
I’ve always loved robins, but house finches are such surprises, too, that flash of pink chest.
I feel a connection to the albatross. I always feel an affinity for big animals. They are giant birds, with an eleven foot wingspan. They dip their wings in saltwater and their bodies absorb the water and desalinate it, the salt leaking out of their eyes. They fly vast distances without expending much energy, using their wings and the wind.
I identify with stellar eagles but also Big Bird from Sesame Street, as he gave me little me my first rejection when I was 5 and for some reason submitted poems and a story to Sesame Street.