Suelta, A Year Later

Last year, when we first moved into this house, I was unpacking boxes when I first saw them. A quick glimpse at a colorful flock of birds flying by my upstairs window. It wasn’t just any ‘ol flock of birds. These were every different color of the rainbow. And as soon as they came, off they flew. You may recall, I had not an inkling of an idea as to what kind of birds these may be. But I had to know.

So I googled. And googled. And… googled.

Finally, I found out my answer. Suelta birds.

Once more, the birds came back.

And ever since, I’ve been obsessed. Like, freakishly obsessed. This entire year since I saw them, every bird I see, I know that it could potentially be a beautiful suelta bird. Unfortunately, in the last year, I haven’t seen them at all. Not once. But, I’ve wanted to. I have the binoculars to prove it.

A few days ago, I saw a flock of birds flying together just down the road past my house. Out of curiosity, I drove toward the birds and what did I see?

Suelta birds, y’all!

These birds were in the middle of a match. Several cars, belonging to their owners, were parked exactly where I was to watch the action.

There were about a dozen spectators. Yelling, cheering, keeping score. All older men. No women. Except me. Because I’m cool like that.

And so I sat and watched.

Until next time, suelta birds. Let’s hope it’s not another year until we meet again, mmkay?