It's the birds, for me. We left during fledgling season and I was worried I'd miss them grow up but right now I'm watching a cardinal feed its very bossy offspring on the lawn chairs I finally caved and bought for our shared outdoor space that the sociopathic upstairs neighbours never bothered to tidy up although they are making their dysfunctional family hay all over our new patio furniture whenever the sun is shining, and I am marvelling at the red of it all, the cardinals shocking and stupid in their religious crimson attire, and how all of our babies are the same, pecking around our ankles and demanding more than their share. In Nanoose I chased a fledgling around the yard for an hour one evening, its neck bent at an odd angle, able to fly but just barely, mostly just driving its tiny beak into the dry grass over and over again. Everyone said leave it, leave it, but I held it in my bare hands and whispered to it as I felt its miniscule heart rutatut against my palms, so no, no thanks, at 10pm I drove it to all-night injured animal dropoff shed at the wildlife refuge. I presume it is now flying circles around the island, heralding my name, its multitudinous life spread out before it. It can hardly believe its luck.
where i live now, ii
where i live now, ii
where i live now, ii
It's the birds, for me. We left during fledgling season and I was worried I'd miss them grow up but right now I'm watching a cardinal feed its very bossy offspring on the lawn chairs I finally caved and bought for our shared outdoor space that the sociopathic upstairs neighbours never bothered to tidy up although they are making their dysfunctional family hay all over our new patio furniture whenever the sun is shining, and I am marvelling at the red of it all, the cardinals shocking and stupid in their religious crimson attire, and how all of our babies are the same, pecking around our ankles and demanding more than their share. In Nanoose I chased a fledgling around the yard for an hour one evening, its neck bent at an odd angle, able to fly but just barely, mostly just driving its tiny beak into the dry grass over and over again. Everyone said leave it, leave it, but I held it in my bare hands and whispered to it as I felt its miniscule heart rutatut against my palms, so no, no thanks, at 10pm I drove it to all-night injured animal dropoff shed at the wildlife refuge. I presume it is now flying circles around the island, heralding my name, its multitudinous life spread out before it. It can hardly believe its luck.