A pigeon just brained itself by flying into my kitchen window, where I was cooking lunch, scaring the shit out of me. Its death spasm certainly didn’t help.
The dead bird is in my rubbish bin now. I could think of no other way.
Geh, I feel horrible.
never could get the hang of thursdays
They had that problem at my school… they thought of putting little bird decals on the window to warn them. Perhaps the pigeon is in a better place now, a la Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
I dunno about Jonathan Livingston Seagull, but yeah, something along those lines…