"Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane shal ken where he is gane;
Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind shall blaw for evermair."
Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border
The robins came back to the park again this year like they always do. They are still hanging around there. I guess there must be millions of worms under the grass there. Millions of worms fucking and fucking to make enough new worms to keep the robins fed and fucking and fucking some more because you can never have enough fucking worms. Fuck.
Worms do not do much. Eat dirt and fuck. The only creature they probably look down on are dung beatles. Probably think they are dirty shit eating motherfuckers.
It might be my imagination, which I clearly have far too much of, but it seems like some of the robins recognize the Hammer now. The old ones I guess. Robins can live to be fourteen years old but most only last a couple. I wonder what the secret to becoming an old robin is.
I am pretty sure most of the park robins only hang around my neighbourhood long enough for my province's interior to warm up as there do not seem to be as many of them around once the Canucks have been eliminated from the play-offs we have to find something else to bore the fuck out of one another as we drink beer on the patio and we have done fantasized enough about how much better of a general manager we would be than that asshole Mike Gillis.