a frantic pecking sound switched my dreary head from incoherent dreams to confusing reality early saturday morning. staying in my friend’s uncompleted second-story addition of plywood walls and newly installed windows, i sharply awoke to the sight of a big blackbird crashing through a slot in the wall just beyond the end of my bed. i sat bolt upright and as the bird swooped across the small room, spreading a shotgun spattering of dark brown liquid putrescence, i somersaulted off the bed and tried to open a window to give the psychotic bird an escape route. just as i managed to slide two windows open, the bird walked out a six inch square hole near the floor and calmly flew away.
good morning.
Metalsmith Studio