We went to Evanston yesterday to see Big Fish. It was very enjoyable, as we had hoped. It has its teary moments, its very Tim Burtonesque dark, scary moments (just a couple, nothing I couldn't handle), and lots of funny moments. Good entertainment. Even Uncle Orson liked it.
After the movie, we waited on the El platform, underneath the heat lamps. At the Davis El stop, the pigeons LOVE the heat lamps. There are heat lamps at every El station, but I've never seen as many pigeons consistently using them like the Davis stop. Dozens of them at times. So Lisa and I were standing there, taking in the sight, getting slowly hypnotized by the little buggers. One was standing on one leg, relaxing. I have no idea why birds rest on one leg -- to my bipedal thinking, it makes no sense that it would be more relaxing on one leg than two.
This is why I'm not a bird.
Anyway, as we were talking about the one-legged bird, this guy walked up to us and said:
"Pigeon stew. Mmm, I love pigeon stew. Give these guys a little more time, fatten up, and before they know it they'll be perfect for pigeon stew."
Mystified, we turn to look at him. He looks normal, has a big grin on, probably harmless. Okay. He goes on.
"I got two cockatoos. One's white, she the girl; the other's black, he's a guy."
"Yeah, and the white one, she kisses me. She's the girl. And the other one, the boy, he bites me. I mean, he really bites me. One time, he bit me so hard I bled. I flick him upside his head when he does that, you know, just flick him with my finger. That time when he bit me and I bled, I flicked him real hard, and he kinda walked around like this [stumbles, visibly dazed]."
"I thought, 'Oh no, I hope I didn't kill him!'"
"Anyway, he was fine, and he doesn't bite me anymore. I think he learned his lesson."
At this point, the train pulled up. We said goodbye, and went home.
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Posted by Drunky McSmashed at February 28, 2004 9:51 AM