April 11, 2011
I went through a bird-obsessed phase when I was young. It probably had something to do with my other obsession - flying. I was convinced I could figure out the impossible, and I'd spend hours constructing wings from sticks and ferns.
After begging my parents to buy me a bird, they finally taught me how to make a bird trap out of a box, a stick, a long piece of string, and some bread crumbs. I think they must have known it wouldn't work, and that the birds would only ever get close enough to tease me, but it kept me well occupied. (I'll have to remember this trick when I have kids.)
Finally I said, "Dad, the bird traps aren't working? Will you please buy me a bird?"
And he said, "Well, we can get a bird, or we can get a puppy. It's up to you."
And that was the end of my obsession with birds.