Birds
I’ve become a new father again. Hopefully the little buggers will fledge quickly and fly off, though, because feeding them every half hour is getting to be a drag. Good deed, my arse; I should’ve left their scrawny mutant baby robin butts on the ground for the cats. They are cute, though, in a potato-bug kind of way. Almost bald, with a few pin feathers on the wings, some light fuzz on top of their heads and bright yellow beaks. They’re built like grey golf balls with wings and distended necks. hmmm . . . maybe it’d be easier to photograph the useless little things rather than describe them. If I get up anytime soon, I’ll try it. Maybe.
