These little birds of gray and white and often some other pastel color are synonymous with crazy people. Why? Because while the rest of the world orients itself upright from gravity, these little nutters are always hopping along the tree bark upside down, or at a truly odd angle from the rest of the world.
There is something eerily off about an upside-down bird. And you should listen to the bird calls on the Audubon website; https://www.audubon.org/bird-family/nuthatches Don’t they sound like absolutely demented little buggers (bugger in the sense that they pick bugs out of bark and then eat them)? And where do they keep their nests? In those holes? Yes!
What a truly daft little bird! And why is daft little Mickey obsessing today about nuthatches and where they keep their eggs? Because the nutsy noodler needs a new idea every day to make a completely daft and dewy-eyed post about something that could possibly only matter to Mickeys. So where does Mickey get his ideas to screw into concentric circles of purple paisley prose? Does he make a list of ideas and schedule his posts? Does he keep notes?
Of course not! That would make too much sense. No, he putters around the house all day, retired and ill, but with his brain constantly on fire. And he keeps all the pots of memory, trivia, silliness, and factoids boiling as they perch upon the grill in the kitchen of his mind. Something is constantly cooking.
Take, for instance, the matter of moose bowling. Where does an ultra-goofy idea like that come from? Well, that was in the memory pot. Having been a teacher for kiddos that don’t handle English very well, I have a number of mangled-language stories to share. One time I had a drawing of a Bullwinkle-like cartoon on the board (which I generally refer to as a Moosewinkle). A Vietnamese child was asking me about the Moosewinkle, wanting me to explain what that was all about. I said something about him being a really good guy, someone I would like to go bowling with some time. So, the boy asks me, “Mr. B, how is that you throw a moose to knock down the bowling pins?” He understood about bowling, but not about how you could have a moose as a friend. And this from a culture that thinks Doremon is perfectly normal and okay to live with.
So it can be said that Mickey picks random memories out of the air and twists them into pretzels to get an idea for a post. Or maybe it is not totally out of the air. I don’t know how many times Mickey has seized on an idea from Facebook, posted by friends of all kinds… former students, fellow teachers, other writers, racist cracker friends from Iowa and Texas, and a distinct lack of normal people. They post all kinds of weird stuff… not pictures of food and kids and kids eating food like normal people. And Mickey’s brain is always on fire and boiling up the pots. He makes connections to random things and ends up with a post about nuthatches. What a Nutter!