bird stuff

the thing with the bird.
i didn´t hurt him or anything (  (...)break that birdies neck(...) -eminem). it was just, i just cycled, yeah you guessed it, home from getting some pictures developed and this greyish,brownish patch of earth started moving on your garden path. so i stopped to look and, yeah you guessed it, it was this extremely fragile little baby bird. made of glass, as it seemed. or something that could break by just looking at it.

i told my mum. hihi, yes i still do that!
i quickly sprinted up to my room to get the camera, some paper (for the backgrounds, i told you earlier) and a random black piece of plastic that turned you to be my camera-battery-recharger, that looked a little old and dusty and older and dustier than it really is. came back down and it didn´t move an inch. set up my camerastuff and asked my mum to hold the black cardboard. got a few pictures. look at them. and...yeah you guessed it, set it back free. got another picture for the record of liberty. lala
good night :-)