One Hundred Seven

I have never seen a bird simply fall of out the sky, smashing into the ground. This is, of course, a good thing. I would not want that experience. What I have seen, yesterday in fact, are birds behaving as if they were drunk because…they were drunk. Cedar Waxwings have been imbibing on the fermented juices of ripe berries outside our guest room window. I now understand why airplane pilots are not allowed to drink for a long period of time before flying.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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