This One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

She said she was a dancer. A spoken word poet and a character actor. She’s a local fixture, marked by a tall, beaky, avian strangeness that teeters on madness. The kind of conflicted late-model Boomer who bower-birds her bike basket with plastic flowers.

Chirp chirp chirp
. . . and then angry-peddles her way through a day care group.
“You little Pieces of Shit, stay out of my pollinator garden!”

Out comes her phone and the offending tiny turds are captured on video to be played over and over again, once she’s nesting and in the mood to ruffle her own feathers.

Inspired by Blurry Memories. Illustration by Tom Cooke.