So we have sliding glass doors. And as everyone who has sliding glass doors (or even windows I guess) knows, birds like to smash into them. We discovered one such individual today on the deck, which Luca wanted to take inside and nurse back to health. I told him we can't take a bird inside the house because if they come back to life they fly all over the place, knock things over, and poop everywhere. Luca decided he needed me to get my tablas so that he could play a song to help the bird sleep, and to show it where to go poop. Somehow, contained within these rhythms are the information required to house train a dead bird. Listen carefully.
The music playing in the background is coincidentally my song Owls Aim For The Eyes, about an owl who once started continuously attacking me, to which I had to smack with a shovel. Syncronicity
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