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Wed, 03 Aug 2005
So I was on my way to the studio on Saturday, hoping to catch up with the wood firing crew and get some of my pieces in the kiln, when I saw a grey bird in the bike lane. I realized pretty quickly that this was not a pigeon, but rather a cockatiel, and therefore not the type of bird you expect to see wandering around outside. I parked my bike and tried to approach him, but he flew onto a nearby branch that I couldn't quite reach. I stood on the sidewalk whistling at him for a while (and receiving a quite a few honks from passing cars) but he wasn't charmed by my repertoire of wolf whistles. And then he flew across the river.