Every morning a small, gray bird plants himself outside my bedroom window and starts a high pitched chirp, like an avian Paul Revere warning the British are coming. His ear-splintering chirps sound like a chisel hitting a brick or a stone. I call him the Chisel Bird. I lay in bed thinking, There’s Dad. He’s come back as a bird with a chirp so loud he can wake…
Appetizers• Breads• Random Thoughts• Side Dishes• Vegetarian
“Guilt is a Handy Tool” -the Chisel Bird, and Delicious Garlic Bread
May 1, 2020
