Dec 31, 2006
The image above is of one of many birds who died at or near the
hands of one Shane Potvin. This little guy, who looks like he's 100
in bird years, was clinging onto this branch like a 14-year-old
Olympic gymnast. Nothing Shane could do would provoke this beast to
let go.
How can a bird, covered in feathers, have wrinkles? Am I nuts or
does he look wrinkly?
Shane was shaking the branches of the tree in my backyard like a
grizzly bear trying to release fruit, but this bird wouldn't budge!
Wouldn't budgy!! Yeeeaaahaaaaa!
This now-dead bird reminds me of how fleeting our hollow-boned
little flightless lives are, and how much we should live each day.
I want to send you all the best wishes, on behalf of Shane and
myself, to have an enriched New Year. Send a note to that person
who made a difference in your week. Get in touch with family more
often. Make more of your days than you have in years passed.
Don't end up being a tired old pigeon grasping onto your bedpan
while the orderlies try to shake you off of the ceiling fan.
Bye Bye Birdie.
Happy New Year