KEEP IN TOUCH

 

 

This is the running story from my Twitter account:

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I was settled in on my favorite part of the line. Dead center, lowest part. I could see my receptionist on top of the telephone pole. Nice
April 17, 2011

 

Good looking bird. Someone make u want to settle down, build a nest 2gether, fuss over a clutch of eggs. But right now, I had to pay...
April 17, 2011

 

Attention 2 the bawling Mourning Dove in front of me. "He said he was just going out for a pack of cigarettes...Who who whoo whoo whoo."
April 17, 2011

 

She sounded like a lovesick owl. I flapped my wings a bit. Crying chicks made me nervous. Never knew what 2 do. "Now, now sweetheart..."
April 17, 2011

 

"Will you take my case?" I looked over 2 my receptionist again, Maria & sighed. The pole had no flock save 4 her. No flock, no $ & a crow's
April 17, 2011

 

Gotta make a living. I draped a wing over the quivering girl, "Listen, I'll make a few caws & see if anything comes up. U just go take
April 17, 2011

 

Care of those chicks u got. He's probably roosting somewhere after the storm last night." She looked @ me w/ beak quivering, "You think?"
April 17, 2011

 

"U just get & call me if he comes home b4 I find him." She took off in a flash of grey her wings giving off that weird whistle like they do.
April 19, 2011

 

I flapped my wings a bit 2 give the wire a bounce. Bird has gotta get his fun some how and then flapped my way 2 Maria who was doing that
April 24, 2011

 

Little lean 2 bring her beak down to her feet, fanning her tail feathers in a manner that drove the boys wild and made me hot in a manner
April 24, 2011

 

Both jealous and heartsick. I settled in next 2 her flapping wide 2 make an impression. "Got an itch?" "Maybe." She drew out the word,
April 24, 2011

 

Filling with a meaning it never knew it had. I leaned down & pried an almond loose some woodpecker bad drilled in2 the side of the telephone
April 24, 2011

 

Pole. He wouldn't miss it. I presented 2 my sweet. "Sorry Linque", she chirped. "Can't stay & chat. Gotta date with a boy downtown."
April 24, 2011

 

"Downtown?", my voice a pitch higher than I wanted. "Yeah, he's taken me 2 1 of those rooftop parties the bipeds throw. He says there's
April 30, 2011

 

A little perch on a bridge cross the LA river where the moon glints prettily off what little water there is." "Perch!" I screeched like a
April 30, 2011

 

Blue Jay on a tear. She shifted a bit 2 avoid my frenzied flapping. "Now Linque, don't u go flapping off on me. I'm a big girl now & can
April 30, 2011

 

Handle myself with any flapper that comes along trying 2 nest me. Now b a good boy & mind your biz 2nite. & baby, don't wait up." She
April 30, 2011

 

Grinned, dropped her beak, caught some air and winged away in that languid way she did so well. 2nite was gonna b a lonely nite 4
April 30, 2011

 

Linque Wrey...Private Crow.
April 30, 2011

 

I paced a bit atop the pole & decided that wasn't getting me anywhere. I took a leap 2/ folded wings & took the plummet waiting til the
May 21, 2011

 

ground got big and winged some air to flatten my path. I was low enough 2 feel my wingtips brush the grass on each flap. I pointed my beak
May 21, 2011

 

2wards the warehouse district where that errant Mourning Dove loked 2 perch. Might as well get something done 2nite & besides it might be fun
May 21, 2011

 

Fun is 1 of those, what do you call it, conditional words. 1 birds fun might b another flappers horror. A raptor and a pigeon. Who do you think
May 21, 2011

 

is getting the lighter side of the situation? But it's all conditional & weather vanes have a 10dency 2 turn @ the most inopportune moments
May 21, 2011

 

the key is 2 b on the right side when the story ends. Problem is, no matter how hard u flap, you're still @ the mercy of the unknown. That
May 21, 2011

 

little detail was gonna slip my noodle 2nite & end up swiping more than a few of my tail feathers like a cat bent on mealing me.
May 21, 2011

 

The place was in an old what the Landlocked Pinks like 2 call an industrial area. The industry had moved out eggs ago &
July 10, 2011

 

The place had gone 2 the birds...if u wanna call pigeons birds. Those waste of feathers tended 2 spend most of their time hoofing it...
July 10, 2011

 

Like a Pink instead of feathering air like a proper avian should. And the begging? Don't get me started. No self-repect. That's why they
July 10, 2011

 

Got strung out in places like this & drank the way they did. Probably explains why the spend all their time grounded. 2 damn drunk 2 fly.
July 10, 2011

 

Probably why they couldn't walk a straight line if u held a gun 2 their head. Some of the more adventurous pigeons got into the hard stuff.
July 10, 2011

 

The poison pellets the Pink's set out would knock em 4 a loop. Make the cooers real goofy. The Ravens had a real racket going.
July 10, 2011

 

They loved watching the pigeon's antics while goofin on "The Grain". They took 2 giving the little pigs some just 4 fun. & when the little
July 10, 2011

 

Bastards came begging 4 more, an industry was born. And it was places like this where the commerce flowed. It could get...interesting.
July 10, 2011

 

Interesting with a razor's edge. The Ravens were a dangerous bunch. Intimidating and always willing 2 exercise their beaks but they could
July 16, 2011

 

Back up their boastful croaking. These damn bastards messed with eagles for Feather's sake. Eagles!
July 16, 2011

 

I'd dirty a line of traffic if I heard the scream of an eagle. Even with my murder backing me up, high tail it outta there. But Ravens?
July 16, 2011

 

Those flappers r crazy. "Well look what the cat drug in!" The croak made my pin feathers stand on end. "Got any shinies for us Linque?"
July 16, 2011

 

Dodger & Pace settled onto the rafter on either side of me making me feel instantly...small. I hate ravens, especially the big ones.
August 13, 2011

 

And these 2 were big. When they took wing, the sweeping of the air sounded like a big wind with every stroke & their beaks were scarred and
August 13, 2011

 

Had a maddening tendency 2 find the tenderest spot on a flapper's fuselage. Dogs got quiet in their presence & cats got cautious. These
August 13, 2011

 

Were 2 birds u wanted on your side in a dark alley but then again if they were on your side that meant they wanted something and that wasn't
August 13, 2011

 

A perch u wanted to settle on. I caught a movement in the corner of my eye & shifted just as a beak parted air where my head had been.
August 13, 2011

 

"Hey, hey, hey", I cawed as I heard that hollow cackle that could haunt your dreams. "What's wrong Linque?" Dodger rattled. Pace flapped
Feb 6, 2012

 

to a beam just above me, making a point to sweep a load of crud with his wing off the perch over yours truly. The two rattled merrily as I
Feb 6, 2012

 

shook the mess off my sleek black mass. Pace leaned down and managed to crane his neck to lock his peepers on me. "You're a long way from
Feb 6, 2012

 

your roost crow." Dodger rattled that hollow cackle. "Why u here crow?" "Looking 4 an errant Mourning Dove missed by his chicks" I croaked.
Feb 6, 2012

 

I'm a bird that doesn't scare & can take a beaking & peck it back but sometimes a cautious wing beats furious flapping in a tricky wind.
Feb 7, 2012

 

Dodger leaned against me hard making me sway a bit 2 keep my footing. "U ain't here 2 bother the customers r u crow?" Pace had to chime in.
Feb 11, 2012

 

You know how we feel about that, don't u Linque?" I flapped My wings a bit, "A bird's got a right 2 get a drink & get a little social."
Feb 11, 2012

 

"This ain't your crowd crow" Man that Raven could apply that weight but a little side hop had him flapping 2 regain his balance.
Feb 11, 2012

 

I was tempted 2 drop beak right there & let gravity take over for a bit b4 winging it but I needed the cash and decided to improvise.
Feb 11, 2012

 

"U boys had any visits lately?" I cawed. "Visits?" "What visits you squawking 'bout Crow?" Dodger starts that lean thing again &
Feb 16, 2012

 

I let him 4 a beat & then feinted a move which sent him flapping. I thrust a wing in his chest 2 make my point which didn't help
Feb 16, 2012

 

his balance much. "Yeah Blackbird, I said visit." Pace flapped to my free side and his croaking took on a sinister tone.
Feb 16, 2012

 

"You're the runt here Linque, so watch who you're calling puny." Now, Ravens are at their best when they're having fun. Get them mad &
Feb 16, 2012

 

they turn into a squawking mess. They're proud of their Raven heritage & hate when you call them a crow or even worse a tiny Blackbird.
Feb 16, 2012

 

Raven's r proud of their size to an insane degree. It's all about their hugeness. I mean, look @ the size of their nests. They're huge!
Feb 16, 2012

 

They don't use twigs & grass. Those flappers use sticks limbs and rumor has it, the bones of those foolish enough 2 get in their way.
Feb 19, 2012

 

I flapped my planks and puffed my chest and started cawing. "Listen you cackling goons, I probably wasn't the Mourning Dove's 1st coo.
Feb 22, 2012

 

"I imagine she stood on the line at the local BED." Pace rattled like a seed pod, "Bird Enforcement Department? You think those canaries
Feb 22, 2012

 

"will even make a peep out here?" "You forget crow, we got coppers in our nest", Pace cackled. "Including Detective Athena Grey?" I cawed.
Feb 22, 2012

 

Now Detective Athena Grey was a doll, A living symbol of plumed beauty but she could b a tough bird and wasn't afraid 2 stick her beak
Feb 22, 2012

 

in another bird's business if she thought some misdoings were being done. Her talons had made short work of more than a few ravens &
Feb 22, 2012

 

being a women, she took special interest in the plight of the lovelorn, especially females.
Feb 23, 2012

 

Now, Athena Grey was a lovely Owl with large eyes and quiet wings which gave the noisy Ravens fits. They never knew when she'd appear & when
Mar 5, 2012

 

she did, it was usually too late to get on your best behavior. They couldn't fool her like a pigeon. That's what made her a great cop.
Mar 5, 2012

 

The voice was soft but still made me jump. Never even felt a pin feather shift but she somehow had winged her way only inches from my tail.
Mar 18, 2012

 

"You call me sweetheart or were you just using my name in vain?" I felt my hat being shoved forward and I spun around winging my hat
Mar 23, 2012

 

back 2 a friendlier angle. "Detective Grey, what a surprise 2 see u in the neighborhood." "Beak it Crow, I got business with these boys."
Mar 23, 2012

 

"U got a warrant?" Croaked Pace? "U got a reason I need 1?" Her hoot sent the Ravens flapping and she stood sternly enjoying the show.
Mar 26, 2012

 

"I got a body in the river. Thought I might peck around, see what I could dig my beak into. You don't mind, do you?" She got beak 2 beak
Mar 27, 2012

 

With the 2 jokers and when she stretched out her talons 2 make her point... "Watch it with the claws Mouse Breath." Pace was always
Mar 27, 2012

 

pushing it with the Coppers but the Owl wasn't having it. "I do my best hunting @ night. What do you do Raven? Roost?" She twisted her head
Mar 27, 2012

 

in that weird way that even creeped the Pinks & the 2 Raven's beaks pointed groundward in a more conciliatory manner. Something was tugging
Mar 27, 2012

 

my feathers and I gave them beak, "What body in the river you talking about Detective" Her answer almost made me molt.
Mar 27, 2012

 

Actually, it wasn't her answer that had me popping feathers, it was her look, the way her peeps hit the ground.
Mar 30, 2012

 

"Sorry Linque" was all I heard. I dropped hard & sank 4 an eternity b4 beating the air 2 keep a respectable distance from the hardness below
Mar 30, 2012