A Relic From A Bygone Era, Polish Chickens Were Specially Bred For Their Large And Fluffy Feathers. Adept

A relic from a bygone era, Polish Chickens were specially bred for their large and fluffy feathers. Adept at collecting dirt and dust while gently wiping away smudges, these birds would often be used to clean and ‘put a shine on’ a large variety of objects. While they have largely been replaced by synthetic feather dusters in the modern era, they can still be found in the employ of people who truly appreciate vintage biotechnology.

Friendly and inquisitive birds, Carolina Parakeets are star members of various zoological outreach programs in the Southeast region of Turtle Island. Their generally gregarious attitude during such demonstrations combines well with their now-ubiquitous nature, allowing children of all ages to connect on a raw emotional level to the natural world around them through positive memories. This connection in turn helps influence attitudes towards habitat conservation, which is monumentally critical as these birds were once nearly wiped out by aggressive encroachment of colonizing Europeans.

no bird today

still recovering from burial ceremony for a friend of mine and general social hangover

as apology have this happy kale runt that i felt enough pity for when i was thinning them a month back that i made an impromptu hydroponic growing container out of an iced tea bottle.

no bird today

i just watched the Transformers: The Last Knight movie in a theater where i paid actual real human money dollars to see it and there is nothing left. i am a husk, an empty shell where once a person stood, now eternally hollow as testament to a woman’s hubris, her sheer disbelief that it could not possibly be worse than Age of Extinction.

"Just passing through?” the Rooster asks, wary of your intentions. Nobody has moved to this town in twelve years, not since the mine was worked barren. The Rooster knows everybody here, working as he does in the gas station on what passes for a main street, and he does not recognize you. He also knows the sort of trouble a body can cause when they’ve no ties that bind to a location, and the silence following his question grows deafening. 

"Yeah, uh, yes sir,” you stammer, wholly unprepared for the distrust palpable in what would be otherwise an innocent question, “I’m on my way to ████████ and thought it might be best to fill the tank up now so i can head straight home after.” 

Two slips of paper are slid across the counter: the merchant’s copy of the credit card transaction for you to sign and a copy for you to keep. You autograph quick as you can; the silence again attacking your eardrums is broken only when you hand over your signature. “I reckon you’re right,” the Rooster says, “It’d be best you not stop in here again.”

You leave.

The Nanotech plague of 3218 was one of the most devastating “grey goo” incidents of the common era’s fourth millennium. Unlike the nanotech plague of 3047 which merely transformed many North American trees into shining metal statues, the 3218 plague afflicted a large population of birds in Oceania and Southeast Asia. Above, a Spoonbill is rendered by the errant nanotechnology into a variety of machine parts and utensils in a cruelly ironic twist on it’s name.