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Dec. 8th, 2004 03:09 pmUpdate on the cardinal that hangs out around the window. He's not fighting the cardinal in the window as much anymore. You see, there's this one lone parking spot next to the dumpster (the dumpster has a nice brick enclosure, so we don't have to see it) for the head of the housekeeping staff here. And the head of the housekeeping staff has just gotten himself a bright, shiny, new truck.
A bright, shiny, red new truck.
It's painfully obvious that cardinals don't have a lot of neurons to spare for details like, say, species, shape, or even size, and instead believe that red means rival, because he's turned his attentions to the truck now. He occasionally comes back and pecks on the cardinal in the window for form's sake, but his heart just isn't in it because he's so preoccupied with that big, shiny, new cardinal in the parking space.
I think the upside of all of this is that every day at 3:00, when he manages to drive off that big, shiny, new cardinal, he's probably so proud of himself he could bust, as opposed to the cardinal in the window who never takes the hint and leaves. I doubt he's devoted many neurons to remembering that the big, shiny, new cardinal was here yesterday and the day before, and he certainly has no clue that it'll be here tomorrow, but if it gives him a proper sense of duty fulfilled, who am I to complain?
A bright, shiny, red new truck.
It's painfully obvious that cardinals don't have a lot of neurons to spare for details like, say, species, shape, or even size, and instead believe that red means rival, because he's turned his attentions to the truck now. He occasionally comes back and pecks on the cardinal in the window for form's sake, but his heart just isn't in it because he's so preoccupied with that big, shiny, new cardinal in the parking space.
I think the upside of all of this is that every day at 3:00, when he manages to drive off that big, shiny, new cardinal, he's probably so proud of himself he could bust, as opposed to the cardinal in the window who never takes the hint and leaves. I doubt he's devoted many neurons to remembering that the big, shiny, new cardinal was here yesterday and the day before, and he certainly has no clue that it'll be here tomorrow, but if it gives him a proper sense of duty fulfilled, who am I to complain?