Out of Context

Was sitting in a parking lot eating a Taco Bell 5-Layer Burrito with double meat and double sour cream and Fire Sauce (although I forgot to put that on) after having had a beer and a cider at my watering hole when I remembered that “Oh Shit” I need to get this typed and posted. 112 days so far and counting.

The Burgess Bird Book for Children
Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo) Burgess

His rather short bill, like the bills of all the rest of his family, was hooked.

As Peter sat there admiring Killy, for he was handsome enough for any one to admire, he noticed for the first time a hole high up in the trunk of the tree, such a hole as Yellow Wing the Flicker might have made and probably did make. Right away Peter remembered what Jenny Wren had told him about Killy’s making his nest in just such a hole. “I wonder,” thought Peter, “if that is Killy’s home.”

Just then Killy flew over and dropped in the grass just in front of Peter, where he caught another fat grasshopper. “Is that your home up there?” asked Peter hastily.

“It certainly is, Peter,” replied Killy. “This is the third summer Mrs. Killy and I have had our home there.”

“You seem to be very fond of grasshoppers,” Peter ventured.

“I am,” replied Killy. “They are very fine eating when one can get enough of them.”

“Are they the only kind of food you eat?” ventured Peter.

Killy laughed. It was a shrill laugh. “I should say not,” said he. “I eat spiders and worms and all sorts of insects big enough to give a fellow a decent bite.”