Sunday, November 20, 2011

Dinner Music

 I love small-town Texas.  There's a relaxation to living at a slower pace. 

One of my regular pleasures is going to the feed store. Before you ask, yes, every Texas burg large enough to be called a town has a feed store--along with a Main Street and the Dairy Queen.

I'm a little slow about my feed store errands.  It's hard to hurry past the open-topped glass cases just inside the entrance, where ferrets and bunnies hang out until families take them home. 

Yesterday four ferrets nuzzled my hand before commencing a race up my arm, provoking a vision of a squeaky squabble on top of my head.  I thought for a moment they were going to make it, but I managed to extricate my arm ferret-less from the box.

Beyond the bunnies are small birds. My current favorites are a pair of exotic green, red and blue parakeets who seem to think Beethovan's Ninth Symphony is good dinner music.  I know this because I whistle a bit of the Ninth to them every time we go in. 

Beethoven's Ninth is the music that runs in the background of my mind, rolling into my consciousness when I'm not paying attention to anything else.  It's been there since January 2003, when I had a stressful time and needed calming. The Ninth entered my sleep one night and I woke feeling so refreshed that the music made itself to home.

So of course that's what I whistle to the birds.  One of them does a little bob-dancing at first but they generally end up at the feed tray, crunching to the tune.

And I finish my errands with a smile on my face.

I thought you might like a smile too, so here's 50 seconds from one of my parrot concerts.

Copyright 2009-2011 Kathleen Scott, for Hill Country Mysteries. Unauthorized reproduction is prohibited.

10 comments :

Rambling Wren said...

How cute!! I find myself humming classical music when I get stressed out. For some reason it calms me down. Not sure how you made it out the door without the parakeets. Looks like they were enjoying the attention:)

Lancashire rose said...

Sounds like I need to poke my head inside a feed store. Are they all the same? I did go to one a couple of weeks ago looking for chicken grit to add to my planter mix. That was when they showed me the bag and I saw 'decomposed granite' Yikes, I have that already!

Barb-Central Texas said...

The birds seemed to be enjoying your serenade. Where is your feed store? The feed stores I frequent in Lockhart and San Antonio sell baby chicks in the spring. Those are pretty much the only animal life, aside from the fat cat who hangs out at Alamo Feeds on N. Blanco St in San Antonio.

Elizabeth said...

The feed store sounds so much better than PetCo. I've missed you of late and was glad to see you writing again!

R. Sherman said...

I always love the smell of an old-fashioned feed store. There's something comforting about it.

Cheers.

Linda/patchwork said...

We have our King Feed & Hardware. That's also our garden center. Can't resist walking around and looking at all the good stuff.
They now have some small birds in an aviary outside. A new addition. Usually only baby chicks.

Hope you got some of this light rain. Hope more is on the way.

Cindy L said...

We had a feed store up until recently, then it turned into ... a wine bar! Royal Oak is still a small town, but I wonder how long that will be. I love your idea of dinner music too!

Pit said...

Hi Kathleen,
An intriguing and thoughtful story: I really enjoyed reading it.
Have a great weekend,
Pit

dikvipreal said...

Thank you for sharing.

SECRET PEPPER PERSON: said...

I think you need to take them home. I loved the part when they are both upside down eating and listening. Kinda made me dizzy.