June 29, 2025

Galatians 5:1, 13-25
Luke 9:51-62

It had been hot and dry. Most creatures, including people, don’t get too surprised by warm weather in East Hawai’i. We get upset if the trade winds subside for very long, but let’s face it. We’re in the tropics. Hot weather comes with that.

Dry, however, was strange and uncomfortable. The grasses didn’t grow as well, so there weren’t as many seeds around. Bugs went looking in different places for their meals, so they were harder to find. As for the worms, well. They dug deeper into the soil, making it harder and harder for the birds to find a meal.

Some of the birds started getting anxious.

“We have to do something,” announced a myna as they hopped around a lawn, picking over the picked-over grasses for a seed somebody had missed, or a careless spider, or a worm that had, for no reason anyone could think of, taken a wrong turn and emerged on the surface.

“Yes, we do!” agreed the other mynas.

“What do we do?” asked one after it became clear that the first myna had said all he was going to say.

“We need to find more worms,” said one.

“We need to find more seeds,” said another.

“We need to keep the worms and seeds we find for ourselves,” said a third. And now, everybody listened.

“Yes!” said another myna. “We’ll drive other birds away and we’ll have all the food.”

“Great!” said yet another myna. “And who will do the driving away?”

“The biggest ones,” said a smaller myna. “They’ll scare the finches away.”

“And while we’re driving them away,” said a big myna, “what will you smaller ones be doing?”

“Waiting for you,” said a smaller myna innocently.

“Yeah, right,” said a big myna, and suddenly the whole flock erupted into an argument about who would guard, and who would eat, and who would wait to eat.

While they argued, a pair of house sparrows landed on the lawn nearby and started hunting for seeds and bugs. They didn’t find a lot, but they did find some.

“What are the mynas arguing about?” said one of the sparrows to the other.

“Who gets to eat,” said the second.

“Why?” asked the first. “While they’re arguing nobody gets to eat.”

“I don’t know,” said the second. “It seems like a distraction to me.”

“That’s what it is,” said the first. “It’s a myna distraction.”

The two of them ate together for a while, then flew off to another place, while the myna distraction went on.

by Eric Anderson

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Photo of two common mynas by Eric Anderson.