I'm sitting here at the Flying J, about 6 hours ago while playing poker with my window open. This bird almost hits me in the head trying to fly into my window. I jumped and he went on my roof. It scared the crap outta me. I heard him walking around my roof for a few minutes then he slides down my windshield. He stays on my hood for hours. He fell off (slid) once. I went to get a shower and when I came back he was back up on my hood again. I think he is hurt, he doesn't fly too well. I put some left over burrito insides in a cup (beans lettuce tomatoes and some meat) and filled it with water. I have refilled it with water about 5 times already.
I know in poetry birds often imply death, If I don't make it till morning would someone please put out an APB on this bird!
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Monday, May 18, 2009
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