The Birds

I was filling up my tank with gas this morning when I saw a small black bird pulling a giant bone half its size near a parking spot. It would try and fly away with it but it was just too big. I thought it was amazing and finally realized the indie scene's fascination with birds ie lesser birds of paradise, pelican, firebird band, doves, wrens, and lets not forget THE SPARROW. Birds are in fact a family of warm-blooded egg-laying vertebrates characterized by feathers and forelimbs modified as wings. That definition is cool on its own but what really draws wired rimmed glasses, pins, and tight jeans here? The answer is quite simple. Indie rockers want to fly away but the burdens of society are just too heavy. There is a moment of sink or swim and most people take the tire thrown to them and don't bother using their own arms.

Then I got to thinking what else has gone into this birds day. Do you think it has any plans after breakfast. Fly to the coast check out the seagulls, maybe double back to watertower place for a little pigeon patrol. One day Yishai and I spent a whole day feeding meat cookies to birds in a town called Sirmione I believe. It was quite hypnotic as we had the birds flying around in circles as we threw a cookie to each one. There was something like 50 birds and it felt not to dissimilar to the bird flight patterns at Ashland and Division. So what I'm saying is that my days in Italy are not to different to the black bird I saw at the gas station this morning minus the learning how to draw and speak Italian thing.