OP-ED: Story over a Cup: Bungalow Bill’s story continues – Orange Leader
I’m a Beatles fan. They are probably one of my favorite bands of all time. It actually started with a song by Paul McCartney that was very popular on radio in the 80’s. I loved the song, but I couldn’t remember the title of the song.
I started buying Paul McCartney tapes and CDs in the 90s to try and find them, and by the time I did, I was addicted to the Fab Four.
Now, this story has more to do with Bill my dog, than with the Beatles, but it has some relevance.
The birds started to return to our yard. Over the past few weeks I have seen Cardinals and Blue Jays, even a hummingbird.
I saw more birds this year than I can remember in previous years.
Maybe it’s the Japanese Loquat that I planted. Maybe I never noticed.
I may be amazed.
Well, Bill for his part enjoys the extra activity of the birds. He’ll come out and just watch them fly. It’s relaxing to watch him go around the yard to get a better vantage point to see them.
At one point, while he was indulging in his hobby, the song “The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill” was playing on my phone.
It fits, so whenever we’re outside and he’s birding, I call him the Bungalow Bill maneuver.
With the backstory, here’s a continuing story from Bungalow Bill.
“It was a slightly humid afternoon in the savannah (backyard) and our hero, Bungalow Bill, had seen his prey. The elusive blue jay.
Bill had always tried to sneak closer to them in the past; but alas, they flew away at the last moment.
He had resolved to approach slowly this time.
Never losing sight of them, he took a step. Expected. Took another.
He was getting closer. And closer. He could see the victory.
Now, in the concentration of the hunt, he had forgotten one thing.
Roswell is a very curious dog. He wanted to know what Bill was doing. He trots alongside Bill.
But, he stayed right next to Bill. Out of Bill’s sight.
Bill didn’t seem to notice he was there.
The birds began to flap their wings so as not to fly away. Maybe they were cooling off.
Roswell watches from his Bill looking to see the birds.
Bill jumps, surprised. Works.
The birds fly away.
Roswell has a facial expression that most closely resembles a happy smile.
Bill is not happy and leaves. And I mean storm. Bill has a walk that is energetic and seems to mumble under his breath all the time
He sits on the kitchen steps and shines.
If looks could kill it would’ve been us instead of him
And so, we close the book on another chapter in Bungalow Bill’s continuing story.
And for anyone who keeps track, the song I spent years trying to find was “My Brave Face” from the album, Flowers in the Dirt.
Michael Cole is a union columnist who, when not writing, is preparing for world domination. You can follow it on www.storyoveracup.com