Hey, everyone. This morning I heard a loud thump at my house. It sounded like something had hit the house. Later, when I walked onto the front porch I saw something that looked like a misshapen leaf, lying under the porch swing. When I walked down to look at it I saw that it was a dead bird, a cardinal. It was a female cardinal and you might wish to know how I figured that out. No, not like that.
Actually, a male cardinal is the pretty one, being a nice, scarlet red in color. The female doesn't have to strut around and be fetching, I suppose. At any rate, this was a female.
So, this lady cardinal, flew from goodness knows where, perhaps St. Louis, to fly into my window and break her neck. Odd. Suicide in birds is something that I find perplexing. I think it may have started with the Angry Birds craze. When word got around the avian community that some birds were making millions of dollars by being flung from a sling shot and tearing down structures, the other birds became jealous and got a bad attitude. Doubtless, it was made worse for the female cardinals because they are not nearly so pretty as the males and have to hear about it all the time. I mean, I watch Kate Upton and all those ladies get photographed and I feel rather like I am under-appreciated... Sigh.
So, this tragedy took place when the lady cardinal decided to fly at full speed into my window. She knew that I am a game blogger and wanted to show me her skills at tearing down structures. She gave her life to try to achieve the great American Bird Dream, to get her own piece of the pie. It was sad. Perhaps she could see herself next to the Luke Skywalker Bird in The Angry Birds Star Wars game. Tonight I'll drink a round both to her, and Alfred Hitchcock. May they rest in peace.
In other news, guess what game is numero uno, the big number one, the head honcho on the app store? No, not angry birds, nor dead cardinals, but Pac Man. Yes, that's right. I think games are like music and sometimes strike a chord from our youth. So, sure, I downloaded the free game but have yet to play it. I was interrupted by the bird deal. I had to carry the body to the woods. It would have grossed me out to come out and see a cat dining on my porch. What is that called, Al Fresco dining?
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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