One thing is, they like to peel the rubber from your car. Windshield wiper blades, the seals around your windows, like that. I don't know what they do with it. I'm not sure anyone does. http://www.azstarnet.com/sn/printDS/9933
So on the way home from Wildwood, I snuggled into the back of the Saturn to pick up where I left off: sleeping.
Whereupon, I was awakened from a sound snooze by a big SLAM, and the unmistakable crunch and crinkle of breaking glass.
--Hmph? I queried Walter.
--A vulture.
He pointed to the windshield. It wasn't just starred, see. It was half caved in. Like a person's head had slammed into it.
I have no idea how such a graceful and intelligent bird got itself into such a mess. Was it intentional? Defenestration? Er, no...enfenestration?
Driven to destruction by an overpowering need for an automobile rubber fix?
Why ever it did, it paid the ultimate price.
I hope you'll forgive me for going right back to sleep.
No comments:
Post a Comment