This morning, the bird was
April 30th, 2002
This morning, the bird was gone! I’m guessing that maybe it was a teenage bird that has just learned to fly. Maybe it fell out of a tree and was stunned and just needed a good night’s rest. Bye-bye black bird!



or a cat ate it. yum.
heh. i was just about to say that.
Yep, not only did it probably not fly away — by putting it in a box, you made a delicious entree of bird served over blanket. Nice, you bird killer. Why you gotta be hatin’ our feathered friends?
THAT’S for not wishing me a Happy Birthday on your BLOG!!
Um, hello? Look at frontal lobe.
And the patio is three floors up from the ground. I’ve never seen a cat around. And there was no blanket in the box.
OH!! So the poor little birdy FELL 3 STORIES to the ground and then got gobbled up! You are bird hatin’ for sure.
Jeremy, you are asking for a good butt-kicking. You know I could take you.
dude, you should beat up your kin first.
Maybe he took his broken wings and learned to fly. All his life,
he was only waiting for this moment to arise. Into the light of the dark black night. Blackbird fly, blackbird fly into the light of the dark black night.