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dreaminghope) wrote2006-08-23 10:43 pm
dreaminghope) wrote2006-08-23 10:43 pm
Little bird, little bird, fly away home
My mini-kitty (Zoey) likes to sleep in a cardboard box that we keep on our kitchen floor for our paper recycling. She prefers it to every perfectly soft and cozy location in the house. She'll sleep in it regardless of what's in it; apparently flattened tea boxes, flyers, and old grocery lists make for a nice bed. Our larger cat, Puck, has tried to sleep in it too, but he is twice Zoey’s size and doesn't fit.
Since Zoey spends a couple of hours a day in the recycling box, she sheds in it, and the fur collects in the corners and along the inside edges.
I took the recycling out today. I shook the empty box out, but only the few loose hairs came out. So I dug the rest of the fur out from the cracks and seams and let the clumps drift away on the breeze.
"Some bird will love using this fur to line its nest," I said to myself.
A nearby bird looked at me quizzically as if to ask the very reasonable question: "What kind of bird would want to nest in its predator’s fur?"
"Ah, silly little bird, you must be new to the big city! There are some rough birds in this urban jungle. They don't just make their home out of their enemies' cast-off fur. Ah no! They also hang out 'round the East End bars, breathing in the second hand smoke of all kinds of smokables and drinking the spilt alcohol indiscriminately. They don't get up at dawn – too hung over – and they are too cool to hunt for themselves. They bully their worms out of the early birds, the geeks of the bird kingdom. They're tough.
"I tell ya, my bird friend, they run – well, they fly, and the squirrels run – with the local squirrels, trading gossip for black market goods.* They taunt the local predators from their booty-lined nests. You can tell who's in the bird gangs by their caterpillar-leather jackets and the worm-skin boots.
"You'd be better to avoid getting in their way, little country bird. You seem sweet. If you don't want any of my kitten's fur because it reminds you of predators, you are too gentle for these birds. They're tough."
*Strathcona squirrels are thieves and thugs, much like the UBC squirrels, but a little smaller, but they are not very bright. They do like their gossip, though, and birds know all the best dirt.
Since Zoey spends a couple of hours a day in the recycling box, she sheds in it, and the fur collects in the corners and along the inside edges.
I took the recycling out today. I shook the empty box out, but only the few loose hairs came out. So I dug the rest of the fur out from the cracks and seams and let the clumps drift away on the breeze.
"Some bird will love using this fur to line its nest," I said to myself.
A nearby bird looked at me quizzically as if to ask the very reasonable question: "What kind of bird would want to nest in its predator’s fur?"
"Ah, silly little bird, you must be new to the big city! There are some rough birds in this urban jungle. They don't just make their home out of their enemies' cast-off fur. Ah no! They also hang out 'round the East End bars, breathing in the second hand smoke of all kinds of smokables and drinking the spilt alcohol indiscriminately. They don't get up at dawn – too hung over – and they are too cool to hunt for themselves. They bully their worms out of the early birds, the geeks of the bird kingdom. They're tough.
"I tell ya, my bird friend, they run – well, they fly, and the squirrels run – with the local squirrels, trading gossip for black market goods.* They taunt the local predators from their booty-lined nests. You can tell who's in the bird gangs by their caterpillar-leather jackets and the worm-skin boots.
"You'd be better to avoid getting in their way, little country bird. You seem sweet. If you don't want any of my kitten's fur because it reminds you of predators, you are too gentle for these birds. They're tough."
*Strathcona squirrels are thieves and thugs, much like the UBC squirrels, but a little smaller, but they are not very bright. They do like their gossip, though, and birds know all the best dirt.
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