Chirp No More

Budgie makes a lovely corpse. This is more than what will be said of me when the time has come.

Photo by Roman.


A Chattering of Starlings

It was a cold morning, even for late February. The starlings were silent and motionless mostly. If anything chattered, it may have been their bills. It was cold with no warming sun. On my way home from the grocery, I ran into Birdman. He was broke and breadless. It may be the starlings were simply sullenly unfed. But it was cold and they did not make a peep.

Photo by Roman.