"Fan fiction is a way of the culture repairing the damage done in a system where contemporary myths are owned by corporations instead of by the folk."
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The cowbirds are out in this, the first warm spell of the year. They silhouette themselves against the sky and proceed to puff themselves up. They then deflate with a hoarse squawk. It is as if the effort of their entire bodies, all the black feathers and the iridescent head, is required to produce the sound. For whom are they displaying: for females, or for other males? Is it an invitation or a warning?
They are not the only black birds at the feeder. They are joined by starlings, all of whom prefer to pipe and warble. There is a lone red-winged blackbird who makes no noise at all, but flutters back and forth from ground to twig, displaying his bright twin epaulettes.
The sparrows hold periodic disputes in the honeysuckle bush behind the overgrown playset. There will be a flurry of chatter and movement, all but invisible amongst the nondescript tan of the still-bare branches, and then they will all grow silent and take off as one.
Mourning doves twitter as they fly, as if the very act of leaving the ground alarms them. There is a word in Swedish that describes them perfectly, “fånig.” The word has no good translation in English. It means “silly,” generally speaking, but has a broad spectrum of definitions depending on the context. It can mean “oafish” or “childish,” “stupid” or “frivolous.” I think of the word as I watch mourning doves twitter nervously about, taking off in explosions of mauve feathers and frantic intermittent cooing.
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