Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Working from home today to avoid the heat in the air-conditionless office.
I've used a little of this time to thoroughly investigate the back stairs area. The bird is gone. I hate to say it, but I haven't seen it since I returned from Indiana.
Maybe it's flown away. Or maybe, hopefully, someone else took it in.
Sarah: [via IM] Or it's dead and someone found the body and disposed of it.
Me: Or that.
I'm determined to find out what happened. Partly because I made a big deal out of solving this mystery, and partly because I feel guilty and worried. I guess a real detective would hit the bricks, knock on doors and ask questions. I don't know any of my neighbors, though, and I'm generally nervous about approaching strangers.
Maybe I'll post a sign asking for information with my e-mail address and phone number. Well... with my e-mail address.
but i like to think your bird was a maltese falcon.
When I walked by this morning, the sign had been taken down.
My guess? A bird rapist used the picture from your blog to recover the bird under false pretenses and then raped it to death.
Which makes you, Arnie, accessory to bird rape. If only you had acted sooner.
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