the wang saga the cold's gotten in my toes which is motivation to wake up and catch the sun wiggle wiggle apricity and other vocabulary words the birds are happier, I always overfeed everybody my father and brother are inconsistent I know what that feels like there's a bully bird, I call him wang (korean for king) he's a different species, bigger than the little ones who move in cliques but smaller than the wild pigeon he finds this humiliating he keeps chasing off the others and guarding the feeders even when he isn't hungry he doesn't seem to have any friends neither does the wild pigeon but she seems to enjoy her space and is blissfully unaware of the wang's hurt pride she eats very leisurely, she perches facing out toward the trees when animals show you their bellies and backs it's a tremendous honor the little ones peck quickly and stare at me in a panic I don't want to come back as a neurotic incel bird I put out some food in my hand for the wang he looked at me for a long time before huffing (it seemed like huffing) grabbing the biggest piece of food and flying away the little birds were allowed to eat in peace for a few minutes the wang couldn't stand it for long and flew back, no no no -- mine mine mine oh come on dude he avoided my eyes |