This summer I 've seen over 10 dead birds , lying cold on asphat/concrete/dirt with varying levels of compression and decomposition. A pigeon crashed into my dads windshield .... initially, he thought it might have been a rock, until he noticed its head -- the body had flown back to shower the back window with blood. On 80 west a sparrow flew right into the wheels of the car in front me.
Mom once told me a story about when she worked in the country side during the cultural revolution. At the time Mao had recently named sparrows, locusts, and something else as enemies to the state. Everyone in the villlage stopped farming went out with whatever they had - sticks, rocks, old muskets - to hunt the sparrows. In the end they had a huge pile of them ... I don't remember if they ended up eating them or not.
Well, I just feel strange. Before this summer seeing a dead bird was certainly a rare occurance, but for some reason, it seems like they've given up the ghost . I swear they are simply jumping off buildings and not bothering to flap.
Mom once told me a story about when she worked in the country side during the cultural revolution. At the time Mao had recently named sparrows, locusts, and something else as enemies to the state. Everyone in the villlage stopped farming went out with whatever they had - sticks, rocks, old muskets - to hunt the sparrows. In the end they had a huge pile of them ... I don't remember if they ended up eating them or not.
Well, I just feel strange. Before this summer seeing a dead bird was certainly a rare occurance, but for some reason, it seems like they've given up the ghost . I swear they are simply jumping off buildings and not bothering to flap.
uke:')