Recent Musings. . .

I have a collection of bird cages. I never put birds in them, I put small stuffed beasts in them.  Somehow a lion in a bird cage amuses to me. Or a bird in a lion cage. At any rate, anything that can make something as perfect as an egg deserves a palatial home, like the sky.

When my grandmother was on her death bed and couldn’t speak from the stroke, she’d mumble letters, a code we knew she thought we’d understand, but didn’t. One of the last actual phrases she said to me was, “Oh! The Lyre bird!”  I always did like that woman.