Sneak Peeks

It’s amazing, what one sees when you pay attention.

In the Park, a baby hawk is perched on a small hill, right at daybreak. I watch for a few moments, making sure he’s not hurt. When I see him fan his feathers as if to air his wings, I know he’s okay.

Maybe he’s not even a baby, just very short.

I look up their spiritual meaning…

conscious of all things.

After that I come upon a bunch of birds on the Met’s steps sharing a frozen pizza, picking at it diligently.

The Italian in me wants to go over and slice it, but know they’ll fly away, and who am I to disrupt their version of family dining.

This is when, on my right, see a squirrel, eating a protein bar clearly unconcerned with its sodium count.

Traveling west…

a robust man, whose German Shepherd is doing happy laps around the Great Lawn, is strolling penguin like, while I trail behind.

He has an air about him, like Orson Welles, in shorts and a images-3.jpeg  Polo Shirt.

When the dog is suddenly out of sight, I hear him make a clicking sound, the kind a man makes when he’s admiring a lady, or a sports car.

It was then, Rin Tin Tin comes bounding over the hill when I, about to pass say, “How smart is he. Does he always come when you make that sound?”

 “Most certainly,” he purrs, as he penguins on by.

This makes me smile, wondering what time tea and crumpets will be served.    images-5.jpeg

Must be the My Fair Lady in me. 🙂

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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44 Responses to Sneak Peeks

  1. Your descriptions are better than a video.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, I love your observations, also your clever blog titles. I felt like I was strolling right along with you. Of course if that was true I’d scare everyone and everything away. I got up late and haven’t made myself human yet, ha ha!

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  3. Thank you for the lovely walk this morning. I’m glad Orson was in control of his dog.

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  4. Sorryless says:

    And I can absolutely see you sitting there on the steps of the Met, knife in hand, creating slices for a family of birds who no doubt would be shouting out their size preference if they could talk.

    As for good old Orson, I listened to his classic War of the Worlds radio episode prank not all that long ago. Talk about quaint. And yet, utterly brilliant, as was the man himself.

    Now you have me craving pizza.

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  5. Dale says:

    What a lovely stroll, Susannah. Love your total mindfulness as you went about your walkabout. Almost missed this post as i had to resubscribe after a most harrowing email experience. I don’t use The Reader so to get your posts, I get them by email… And my email was taken away, after thirty years, no less, because I changed internet providers. I never thought of it and I kinda wish the new provider had given me a heads up… service. Can’t have it nowhere!

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  6. Vasca says:

    Susannah, I so enjoy your walkabouts…I feel them and picture the incidents along the way in my mind. The tea and crumpets were loverly thoughts of ‘the Penguin’…wouldn’t that be loverly? Your times in the park always make me think of a line Burl Ives sang…”Oh they birds and the bees and the cigarette trees – Big Rock Candy Mountain. You put me in a happy place with your walkabouts. It’s such a beautiful place to be…be happy, Hugs ‘n Sweets!

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  7. I love these little vignettes of your daily life. It’s like sitting on your shoulder as you go about your day. 🙂

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