airport birds.

they kinda blend in with the floor.

We went to texas last week for spring break. It was awesome. Warm weather, Shaved Ice, lots of family, lots of presents. On the way back to Oregon, Jake and I decided to get bumped to a later flight so we could each get vouchers for our next trip somewhere. we hung out in the phoenix airport for a really long time. maybe 10 hours. i might be exaggerating. a really long time though. we'd find a spot that wasn't too crowded, hang out there for a while, go get something to eat, find a different spot... it really wasn't too bad. we had plenty of chairs, bathrooms, food, and internet. Amelia was a good sport about it. I had a good time watching people and listening in to their conversations. the craziest thing was the birds. have i just never noticed the birds in airports before? there were a few in the lubbock airport & several in the phoenix airport (i didn't see any in the san jose airport, but maybe it was too late and they were all sleeping). it makes sense, i guess... there's plenty of food, high celings, no real predators. But isn't that weird? don't they miss the outdoors? can they get in and out? do they just stay in the airport for their entire lives? do they lay eggs and have babies that know nothing of the outdoors? who picks up the bodies when they crash into that big window? is it weird that i'm so obsessed with them? i think jake thought it was.