What if I tried a different approach to being a haruspex? What if instead of reading the flight patterns or entrails of birds, I asked them about their feelings? Here are the results from the first interview:
I AM A BIRD. MY FEATHERS ARE BLUE AND ORANGE. I WAS BORN IN AN EGG. FROM AN EGG. I HAVE A BEAK. I USED MY BEAK TO MAKE A HOLE. I LIVED IN A NEST. I COULD ONLY SEE THE SKY OVER THE EDGE OF THE NEST. WERE WE HIGH UP? I DID NOT KNOW I HAD A FEAR OF HEIGHTS YET. I HAD A LIMITED UNDERSTANDING OF SPATIAL CONCEPTS, ONLY SEEING THE SKY. MY FEATHERS WERE NOT GROWN IN. NOW I LIVE IN AN STUDIO APARTMENT. I AM FRIENDLY WITH MY NEIGHBORS. WE SMILE AT EACH OTHER IF WE PASS IN THE HALL. ONCE IN AWHILE WE MEET AT THE LOCAL BAR AND SHARE A BEER. THE BLOODHOUND WHO LIVES DOWN IN 4B IS NEW. SHE JUST MOVED IN ABOUT A MONTH AGO. I ASKED IF SHE NEEDED HELP MOVING IN, AND SHE STARED AT ME FROM UNDERNEATH HER DROOPY EYELIDS, SNIFFED THE AIR IN FRONT OF HER AND SAID "NO, I THINK I'LL MANAGE." I'M THINKING OF MOVING BACK TO THE COUNTRY, MAYBE BUY A HOME, LAY SOME EGGS. I KNOW I WON'T BE ABLE TO GET GOOD WEED AS EASILY, BUT I'M AT A POINT IN MY LIFE WHEN CLEAN AIR AND A CONNECTION TO NATURE ARE JUST REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME.
I don't really see anything prophetic in there. I think that bluebird was pretty
flakey.
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