what_birds_do rt "birds don't sing in the jungle, they screech in pain." ~werner hertzog 090309 ... nom kill us with songs 090309 ... native p fly away (we learn this early) 090918 ... zedel look down on the flightless 090920 ... just like me suddenly appear every time you are near 091001 ... raze they remind us what we were before we forgot how to use our wings. 250408 ... ovenbird Show us that to fly, you must breathe so deeply that air fills the hollows of your bones. 250409 ... ovenbird Peck each other to death. Sometimes. Sometimes when you go looking for beauty you get a heap of blood and feathers instead. 250410 ... ovenbird Live their lives without a bladder. I did not know this until recently. 250411 ... ovenbird Let instinct show them how to weave the future. 250723 ... ovenbird find their way by feel succumb to circadian whispers orient with memories borrowed from their ancestors travel the rails of the earth's magnetic field and so it is that I find my way to a place I've never been along a flyway paved with half remembered songs my body locked on to something inevitable 250724 ... ovenbird Let the self subside so they can merge with the mind of their flock, become a murmuration, forget where their edges are and grow outward beyond the limits of their pinions to become something expansive-- a language, a chorus, a cloud. 250809 what's it to you? who go blather from