13 March 2008 10:06 PM (pigeons | flying rats | death)
Today on my way into town I ran over a pigeon, accidentally.
I know that they are flying rats. Still, the sickening crack of ribs, the impotent flutter, the spray of down feathers... I felt terrible. And I didn't have the heart to give it the coup de grâce.
I looked for it on my ride back home. It wasn't there.
Another thursday of going down to the bar and deciding what to hack on, in today's case some uncommitted cleanups in guile-gnome. Later sported the new artifact for the first time, the black belt. Available at your local martial arts store for four euros.
Jill Scott, Be Ready