Wednesday, August 20, 2014
There is an awful sound in my neighborhood these days, because new neighbors across the street own a large bird. The first time I heard it, I thought a child was screaming in pain in the alley. And I went outside to either help the kid or finish him off. Either way, whatever would stop the noise. But it turned out to be a bird. It takes a special kind of asshole to want to own a bird. To separate it from other birds, to keep it in a small cage, an animal that should be flying about, enjoying its life. So of course the damned thing is screaming out in agony at all hours. I can hear it in my apartment, even with my air conditioning on and all my windows and doors closed. That is one loud motherfucker, and its screech is so obnoxious that it immediately puts me on edge. I need it to stop, but I'm afraid that people who are awful enough to own a bird aren't going to be understanding enough to keep it quiet. They need to put a blanket over its cage whenever they're not home, and if I'm lucky, the poor bastard will suffocate and die.