Political Crowing / The Time of Their Migration

The seasonal bird migration, now at its peak, can also be seen in local politics: Swallows are going to the crows and the crows to the swallows, and who can tell the difference? In a place where there have been no songbirds for a long time, even a crow is a nightingale.

Yesterday we got good news: MK Moshe Sharoni, most recently of the Justice for the Elderly faction has rejoined Rafi Eitan's Pensioners Party, returning to nest in Eitan's large garden. He nested for an hour in Arcadi Gaydamak's chimney and for a moment or two, stepped into Tzomet's fallow field - the ornithologists missed that.

Birds migrate in flocks, but fellow breakaway Knesset Member Elhanan Glazer decided not to join the renewed union. He has a path of his own through Israel's skies and he will not give it up. Now it remains to be seen which way Justice For the Elderly's Sara Marom Shalev will fly. The bird-watchers will place a transmitter on her neck so they can follow her movements. The interim days of Sukkot are happy days. A good time for a joke. And a good time for a question: Are two halves of the same joke, when they reunite, a whole joke? It is all a matter of taste. We, for example, are not always amused.

Sharoni is about to be appointed a minister in the new and promising cabinet. His actions will be rewarded; there will finally be justice for the elderly. The pensioners in Israel will not make do with the seven traditional circuits of dancing on Simhat Torah. Next week they will add at least one more to show their boundless joy.

Ehud Barak is also taking part in the celebrations. A few days ago, it was reported that he was prepared to open his window to these strange birds. How disappointing: Sharoni, Glaser and Shalev did not return from the lands of the cold to his window. Never mind. Barak still has his private source of happiness: He will finally get the recognition he never did as prime minister: He will finally be recognized as deputy prime minister, and not just any deputy, but a senior one. A person loses many feathers: He insists on his status being determined by his title and an agreement, without which his seniority is not recognized.

And another rooster: Shaul Mofaz. He has rested enough and has recently resumed his morning crowing; it has been so difficult for us since he announced his early retirement from politics which quickly turned out to be too early.

The air is filled with crowing and chirping; one might think one was in a chicken coop if one did not know it was a government. Now we appear to be gazing heavenward to the larger birds in their great migrations. But it is an optical illusion: Our eyes are turned heavenward in prayer: Have mercy on us.