Still haven't fully gotten "into" Lateralus yet, fucking album takes forever; mostly skipped 10K, now jumping into Fear; so far has nice vibe, lots of throwbackyness - maybe that helps.
A lot of them would later be favorites of mine, like classics of the previous decade or whatever, but when I was a kid - those songs already represented the current state of teen-hood, and my god, how atrotiously chaotic it looked, how seedy
He made it! I heard one feeding in the morning; skies have been clear, no strange noise - the box is clear, dry as the desert inside, and two little poops were left!
Godspeed little tit! Godspeed!
it called for the parents, but they're off for the night + its pouring down, and then... little by little, it went towards the box - then snuck inside! It's been inside since, it should be dry, sheltered from wind, and hopfully the parents will swing by tomorrow with grubs.
It *can* fly, it's...
eventually I went outside, grabbed the bird (it's okay, as long as you put it in their box/nest/shelter; just do not bring inside or to vet) put it into the box, from which it stubbornly escaped as soon as I went back inside - so, it sat in the rain again
it failed to understand the meaning of the box for a long time, trying to shelter from the rain under random plastic wrinkles, or under the slimmest margins along the balcony wall/rail, but rain's forecasted for the night, and eventually the parents also took to the forest for the night - their...