You and your dog see the same bird, but in different ways. — Banno
THE BIRD
Baby bird asks mama bird:
"Why did dog chase baby bird, mama?"
Mama bird answers:
"Because you are a tasty meal tweetly."
Baby bird is scared by this reply. It crawls under mama's wings.
"Baby bird no nice mean bird, mama bird!"
After a while, baby bird seems relaxed.
"Mama bird, why some people wanna put baby bird in a cage?"
With a smiling beak mama bird pets her tweety over the head.
"Because you gonna be an excellent singer, and are good company, birdy little."
Baby bird joyfuly attempts to sing a song.
"Baby bird is a songbird mama bird!"
Baby bird shines. A new question pops up.
"Mama bird, why is there so many skies up there?"
Mama bird rises up, spreads her wings, and takes of. Out of the air, circling the nest, mama screams excited:
"BECAUSE YOU GONNA BE A GREAT FLYYYYYER, YAHOOOOOO!"
Baby bird watches in awe how mama bird shows off a fine piece of dazzle flying.
"MAMA MAMA! BABY BIRD WANNA LEARN, BABY BIRD WANNA LEARN!"
Mama bird rises up high, after which she return to the nest. She shakes her feathers, then her head, and settles down.
"That was great mama!"
Baby bird tries to imitate the movements mama bird made.
"I wanna learn how to be a FlYAAAAR! Baby bird is a flyyyyer bird!"
Rest returns.
"Mama, where has sister bird gone? I miss her. When she comes back?"
Mama bird sits in silence for a while. Then she says:
"Look here son. Like all other animals, like you, like me, sister bird was a little child animal of the big God Animal, you remember? That big animal behind the sky. God Animal made us all mortal. Sister bird, me, and and also you."
Baby bird looks confused and then decisely asks:
"But why she doesn't return? Because she's a moatel?"
Mama bird is slightly amused.
"A MORtal. That just means you can never return."
Baby bird looks even more confused and thinks back.
"Is that because the people took her? Did they put her in a cage to sing and be good company?"
Mama bird laughs sadly.
"No son. The people didn't take her to put her in a cage. She would have returned already if they did that. Sister bird was smart. She could have escaped from the cage. No, the people who took her away were mean people. They made sure she can never return by stuffing her. She never can fly again."
"Was sister bird that hungry? Did they stuff too many foods in her? Is that why sister bird can't fly no more? Why didn't the people bring her back?"
Mama bird wants to laugh and cry at the same time. How can she make it clear? She decides to tell the truth, shocking as that might be.
"Listen son. Bad people made sure she can never move again. She stands silently in a room of a house the people made. Sister bird can't fly, can't speak, can't hear, can't look, can't eat, and can't sing anymore. The bad people took stuff out of sister bird and put other stuff inside her. She is good company now for the people who took her. Sister bird stands still forever in a house they built where all people can see her. People call her a bird."
"But sister bird is sister bird!"
The camera moves away from the nest and magically appears in a quiet street in Barstow, directs itself at a dirty window, and enters the space behind.
And behold! Sister bird stands motionless in the striking light of a soft-tone economy bulb, her stagnated eyes fixed at a collection of static, mutually transfixed brother and sister animals.
An agitated person moves around the platform on which she has placed sister bird in company with different dead brother and sister animals. There is something she can't seem to grasp. She walks around the macabre group, increasingly nervous, bending her knees to look from below, walking around to look from all sides.
Then she curses, repositiones the animals around sister bird, and redirects the light shining on the set scene. And again she walks around the set. And again she gets agitated.
"God damned, bloody animals! Just show me your right positions! I gave you the right light already!"
Sister bird and the brother and sister animals are not disturbed, nor amused. They keep staring passed one another.
The woman looks at the bunch from all sides, deliberating and questioning. Then she stands still and seems to have grasped something from where she stands. She looks a part of the silenced set while her eyes are fixed on sister bird who just keeps staring in the dark. The woman then sighs relieved and calmly starts to remove all brother and sister animals until sister bird is the only one left. Again, she redirects the light falling on sister bird. When she's done the artist moves to her easel, smiles contented, and start to paint the scene.
The camera moves away, to enter the Museum of Natural History, 200 Central Park West, New York, NY 10024. We find ourselves in the middle of the Science Sense Tour: Hall of Planet Earth. There's a whole lot to be seen. I'll not bother to go into details. But there is one item in particular in which the camera seems interested. It floats through the busy crowd and countless museum items to stay put in front of a painting hanging on the wall. The hustle bustle of the crowed grows numb. And look who's there on the wall! As fully stuffed she once was, so flat is she's now. Majestically sister bird radiates from the painting.
The camera moves to the small slide next to the painting. Below the artist's name, the title reads: "BIRD".