That would be Dan’s bird. We never really knew which of the 200 regularly occurring bird species in Ireland, Dan’s bird belonged. It was certainly swift, that is in speed terms. It had no name other than ‘Dan’s bird’, Had the brothers been older, then constantly referring to Dan’s bird might have raised smiles or eyebrows. But it was holy catholic Ireland and we were young innocent children.
You see the Dan’s bird seemed to spend most of the day watching our every movement while remaining invisible to us. All six of us – no matter whether we were all at home or scattered to the four winds of Dublin. The bird knew exactly where we were and what we were up to.
There were days when Dan came in tired and weary from work, with a face as long as he was tall. Those were the days when the bird had pecked on the windscreen of the car, her way of asking Dan to roll down the window. You won’t remember, sure it was long before the days of electric windows in cars. You had to turn a handle in a circular motion to open or close a window. Now the car might seem antiquated, but it was magic too… It had a spare gallon of petrol hidden for emergencies. 😎
Tales of all kinds of mischief were told. A brother jumping off the roof of the shed at the end of the garden, another ‘boxing the fox’ at Baldy D’s. Trips to hospital for stitches or checking a broken collar bone. I am sure there might have been a wee story about me, but I cannot for the life of me remember what it might have been. 😉
Dan’s bird was not into all doom and gloom, she reported the good stories as well as the bad. Someone winning a race, or passing an exam got a mention.
We thought that every family had a bird like Dan’s.
Did you have one in your household?