An unusual bird arrived in my backyard the other day.  It was so bright and colourful that it caught my eye immediately.  A bit of googling solved the mystery: a baltimore oriole had dropped by.

    Apparently they are not too common this far north, only migrating into southern Ontario in the summer.  It’s a shame, because they are beautiful. 

    He was only there for a few moments and if I had blinked, I wouldn’t have seen him.

    It made me wonder how many other things I might be missing as I race around my day at top speed.

    Four leaf clovers?  I probably mow ‘em down.

    Meteorites?  I usually crash as soon as the sun sets.

    Ghosts?  That seems to require hours of sitting in abandoned buildings at night holding a digital recorder in the dark.  See ‘meteorites’ above.

     Aliens?  They could land on my front lawn and I’d likely not notice as I sprint to the van to drive one of the kids somewhere. 

    On the other hand, there are some things I would gladly not notice: earwigs, nudists, runny cheese, telemarketers, maggots and men in Speedos. 

       Maybe its a good thing that I’m busy.