08 March 03 What a week. Moving from the end of the world to the excitement of preventing it. In the bluster of swinging emotions I let the birds out. The old one was squawking of loneliness but too much togetherness often leads to bird fights. After a sharp word from me they both went back to their respective cages for enforced lock down until they can learn some manners. There is hope for the birds' relationship; it's the humans I worry about. Outside my window on the street below, the drivers' honking gives daily reminders of how immature humans can be. They honk because they're angry - not just to signal their presence to fellow drivers. Through all the bird fights and driver fights I sit typing, enjoying the smell of food cooking downstairs. Typing leads to posting and my web site says what I want to say, right there in public for all to see. I hope that if John Ashcroft wants to know what's on my mind, that he will log on and see. It will show him a world where birds have to fight because it's their instinct, but humans should think twice before they fight. Humans have bigger brains and the capacity to learn from history. So when will they?