Well, not so sad, maybe it’s more of a hopeful little rockbird, but its hopes are just misplaced. We are dealing with an obviously flightless little thing. Yet, it still aspires upward, huge, soulful eyes gazing at the sky that it will never reach. Unless someone throws it really hard.
Really, it’s not made to fly. Perhaps bounce. Maybe skip, if you threw it across the surface of a still pond with enough torque. but there’s something fundamentally unaerodynamic about a beast built of round stones and JB-Weld. Really, it’s slightly more like South Park’s Cartman than any sort of bird, except an unusually whimsical penguin.
I like its feet. They’re like hippo hooves, or very dense pancakes. I’m imagining it walking down the shelf, with a delicate, “clomp clomp clomp clomp…peep!” Poor little thing. Keep the faith, gentle rockbird. Never stop hoping.
Rockbird from Savers near 2222 and Burnet, Austin
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