I just found out or knew and forgot or already heard and ignored that the month of January was a late comer to our calendar year. Named after Janus, the god of beginnings and transitions. Januarius, in the language of Latin, means month of Janis. Added to our calendar in about 713 BC with 29 days, later, Julius Caesar in turn, changed it to 31 days as January still is now in the Gregorian calendar.
January 5th is National Screenwriters Day, National Bird Day and National Whip Cream Day, yes, you read that correctly, Whip Cream Day. Birds are my choice of the three, although, I'd never want to be in a world without Screenwriters. Many people across the country such as bird lovers, nature lovers and bird watchers annually proclaim January 5th as National Bird Day.
Birds have a special place in my heart, as long as they aren't landing on me! My mother loved birds in nature. Living out the the wide open spaces made bird watching incredibly easy. I remember her saying "They are serenading you." as I washed dished in front of the big kitchen window with the feeder. I'm still not sure if she was trying to cause me to like the birds or the dishes, neither worked well.
My first born was quick to walk and climb but very slow to speak or let his needs be known. We still don't know why and there are still existing issues. At 5 years old a therapist brought up pet therapy, although, we were not allowed to have cats or dogs at the time, we were allowed caged animals. We decided on a bird and I brought one home on a bitter cold afternoon, so cold that I brought a blanket to wrap around the bird in his new cage. My father parked his heated van right outside the pet store's back door.
My father dropped me off and I, having already worked out my entry, walked in announcing "Look, mommy found us a baby - I did not even get bird out of my mouth when my son began sobbing terribly. I was dumbfounded so I sat the bird cage on the coffee table, asked my chronologically 5 year old "Honey, why are you crying"? and he says "No babies." "Me don't like babies." Finally I realized what I had done. I had left him home, then brought home this (in my own words "baby" wrapped in a blanket.) I felt awful. Anyway, he was named Rocky and lived with us for a very long time. Scaring me and eating corn flakes out of David's green Tupperware bowl, while sitting on the edge.
David has always had a bird or more since that day. I am still a bit leery of unfamiliar birds but they are all beautiful and hold a little piece of my heart and gratitude. This is where National Bird Day went for me. I'm sure National Whip Cream Day would be a tad more exciting ... maybe next year!