For the birds

I sometimes travel to different cities in Sweden. Sometimes to cities that are located in the inland of the country. Some mornings I wake up with a feeling that something is wrong. A sound is missing. I get out of bed to have some coffee and a sandwich with Tartex and butter. I pop my ears. My eardrums aren't vibrating like they usually do, because there's a missing ingredient. It can take a hour or sometimes more until I realize what's wrong. There are no sounds of seagulls.

I'm born and raised on the westcoast. Every day in my life I have woken up to the sound of seagulls. Maybe not in the wintertime, but then my ears are so frost-bitten that they don't work anyways.

Then there's other birds that I like. I don't know their names. But I like the fact that they're there. Right outside my field of vision, like dots in the sky or like boomerangs that fliy in and out of the treetops, chasing each other across the yard. Certain crows that search for treasure in wastebaskets. I once spotted a hummingbird when I was abroad. It was a very special moment.

I'm not even going to try to come up with an argument that would pass in a debate. Buy bird food and feed birds now. You haven't got any real counter-arguments to come up with anyways.