little bird

This morning I sat outside. I wanted to see if I could be still for long enough that birds would fly down and do their bird thing in the little yard outside my apartment. One pinkish bird flew down and was attacking all the old dandelions. I couldn't figure out why it was doing it. It wasn't eating them I don't think.

Do birds eat dandelions? I'm pretty sure dandelion seeds spread through the wind. By their design.

Are birds in really windy places better adapted at flying in the wind? 

Sometimes at track practice in high school it would be really windy and I would watch birds try to fly across the field and the wind was too strong so they wouldn't get anywhere. They would just be blown backwards. 

My other memory of the wind is from middle school when I was trying to get to my bus at the end of the day and walking into the wind I wasn't able to exhale and it was like I was choking on air and I had to turn my head to breathe. 

Today I cleaned a lot of the glass out of the bus. Calvin wanted the kids who broke the windows to clean the bus but I didn't want that because I don't think they would do a good job and also I think cleaning something you care about shouldn't be a punishment. Like that's caring for the bus. I don't like the idea of it being forced upon people who don't want to do it. That seems hurtful to the bus in some way. I don't know. 

My right wrist is a little strained so I couldn't use it as much to lift today but that's okay because at some point my right hand and right shoulder got stronger than my left side so I view this as an opportunity for my left side to catch up.

The last time I saw a dog that I knew the name of was like...ages ago. So long ago. Distant distant past. I do not interact with dogs.

That's not true. I saw my parents' neighbor's dogs last weekend and I know their name. I lied.