The Afterlife of Fatherbird

Birds fly back and forth between their caged lives and a different, perhaps imagined world. "On Saturday he took me to the bird shop. I remember the walls, lined with cages, all packed with bright, colored birds. They captivated me.” A song for a caged bird, revisiting childhood fascinations. Birds fly back and forth between their caged lives and a different, perhaps imagined world. "On Saturday he took me to the bird shop. I remember the walls, lined with cages, all packed with bright, colored birds. They captivated me.” A song for a caged bird, revisiting childhood fascinations. Birds fly back and forth between their caged lives and a different, perhaps imagined world. "On Saturday he took me to the bird shop. I remember the walls, lined with cages, all packed with bright, colored birds. They captivated me.” A song for a caged bird, revisiting childhood fascinations. Birds fly back and forth between their caged lives and a different, perhaps imagined world. "On Saturday he took me to the bird shop. I remember the walls, lined with cages, all packed with bright, colored birds. They captivated me.” A song for a caged bird, revisiting childhood fascinations.