At midnight, I pulled into a covered lot and checked my messages.
"Peep."
Hhmmm. That's an odd noise.
Two minutes later, there's an other, "Peep,"
There's a slight scratching.
It's in the prowler.
I exit the car and look in the cage.
I find a baby bird.
The windows had been down. I'm not sure when it had flown in.
I open the door to let it out.
It looks at me and says,"Peep."
I open the opposite door.
It hops over to the other side and says, "Peep."
The bird is not afraid. It's looking to be fed.
I walk away from the car.
It follows me outside and "Peeps" at my feet.
Eventually, it flies up to a rafter and I can leave.
Dependents.
As a child my father took a bird under his responsibility.
His friend was going to jail..
The bird had been with his family for over 80 years.
His father had the bird. His father had it.
It's amazing how a 'crook' would look to their pets.
Isn't it?
Maybe if some of the people who are said to be
responsible understood the angst some 'people' have from a 'pet', then maybe they could be
responsible parents, though I doubt it.
I've seen the daughter of a mayor of a major california city homeless.
and all for the glory.
RD. Working for the worms for the hope of humanity.
The light.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdS3WVYr834
Posted by: fritz | May 01, 2020 at 08:09 PM