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But I couldn't look away, like a scary movie watched on purpose for the thrills, I'd come back and watch more, pouting in paradoxal fascination.

A lot of them would later be favorites of mine, like classics of the previous decade or whatever, but when I was a kid - those songs already represented the current state of teen-hood, and my god, how atrotiously chaotic it looked, how seedy

He made it! I heard one feeding in the morning; skies have been clear, no strange noise - the box is clear, dry as the desert inside, and two little poops were left! Godspeed little tit! Godspeed!

it called for the parents, but they're off for the night + its pouring down, and then... little by little, it went towards the box - then snuck inside! It's been inside since, it should be dry, sheltered from wind, and hopfully the parents will swing by tomorrow with grubs. It *can* fly, it's...

eventually I went outside, grabbed the bird (it's okay, as long as you put it in their box/nest/shelter; just do not bring inside or to vet) put it into the box, from which it stubbornly escaped as soon as I went back inside - so, it sat in the rain again

it failed to understand the meaning of the box for a long time, trying to shelter from the rain under random plastic wrinkles, or under the slimmest margins along the balcony wall/rail, but rain's forecasted for the night, and eventually the parents also took to the forest for the night - their...

Parents swung by regularily to feed, but also to encourage to follow, all w blue skies, but soon clouds formed everywhere, and rain started pouring, so I wrapped a box in plastic tarp, set it sideways, made a slim opening, and placed it under a chair - back to the rail (help for flying practice...

The second struggled to make the same move, but did get onto the railing, only to stumble down to the balcony again, and thereafter never really caught on to it (the whole rail/wall construct is tricky, and bird tries up fly straight up it, which won't work, there's an edge, then another one -...

Parent tits came by all of today feeding the two, until one of them flapped onto the railing, enjoyed the view for maybe half an hour, then leapt into the forest below, parents in chase

For strange reasons, I have an abnormally large balcony, 4th floor, so it's ideal for birdlings raising, hiding, feeding in a wall vent - but not ideal for fledging; they're very exposed to crows, magpies, gulls - although the nearby thrushes are excellent allies, 3 times during today, they...

Dammit, one of them died. On the balcony floor, scrawny, shouldn't be for the time they've been in there, a last runt maybe... ? I imagine parents musta dropped it there, so I dropped it to the lawn.

it sounds insane to be reporting on my relentless great tits they are relentless though, my god

In one, the "protagonist" gets a phonecall from "his daughter" but nei - it is in fact a creepy hax0rz who use *software* to make himself SOUND like the daughter! Shudder :O

I was worried the entire day before the visit, because he can be unpredictable, now I feel like shit, because the whole time he intended it as a good bye :I

Before getting on the bus, he told me he was terrified of going, especially since he's gonna be alone in a 3rd world country - he gets drunk, he gets beligerent, and again... I can now only hope they send him back here, where he will still be miserable, but at least not in danger of fucking...

I am left to hope for something fucking up, preventing him from going - he's supposed to live with his wife in the Dominican Republic, but dude can't even live with her here - he got admitted to the psych ward for extreme act-outs