We call him astro-Bird because he lives in a tuna fish can under a
crinkly, aluminum foil bubble-canopy...an intensive care unit, sort
of. If I hadn't been here, Peter would have left him at the bottom of
Peteland to get cold and pecked on and die. The last bird-baby who got
kicked out of the nest ended up in our garbage disposal when I wasn't
home. (I can still hear his beak getting ground up inside the
In-Sinkerator even though I didn't actually hear it.)
The good thing is that I WAS here, and Peter decided to humor me. He
boiled the tuna fish can so it would be clean even though he pointed
out that, had the bird NOT been ejected from his nest, he would have
been raised in shit.
We call him astro-Bird because he lives in a tuna fish can under a
crinkly, aluminum foil bubble-canopy...an intensive care unit, sort
of. If I hadn't been here, Peter would have left him at the bottom of
Peteland to get cold and pecked on and die. The last bird-baby who got
kicked out of the nest ended up in our garbage disposal when I wasn't
home. (I can still hear his beak getting ground up inside the
In-Sinkerator even though I didn't actually hear it.)
The good thing is that I WAS here, and Peter decided to humor me. He
boiled the tuna fish can so it would be clean even though he pointed
out that, had the bird NOT been ejected from his nest, he would have
been raised in shit.