One of the blogs went in an avian direction, and it’s something how many ways you can go, when you’re up in the air.
sup birders,
so, I’m taking this really weird but great class called The Art of Compost (or more officially, Multi-Genre Creative Writing) and our hw for the evening is to listen to bird calls and translate them into “human.”
EXCEPT ALL I CAN HEAR ARE OBSCENITIES. THESE BINCHES HAVE THE DIRTIEST BEAKS.
listen to the calls here and find the birds I have translated below !
1. white-throated sparrow (the tamest of the bunch)
please please you may / please please release / hear hear me
2. American crow
fuck u dum prick / why u even here / fuck u get out now
3. blue jay
bleat for fun / or none
4. northern cardinal
*catcalls* / fuck you fuck you fuck you
5. common raven
twat twat twat / twat twat / twat twat twat
I think this says a lot more about me than the birds tbh…like srsly, what do…
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