Back to School (The Normal Kind)

Picture this - You're at the dinner table with your Flock, er...family. A woman who's taken it upon herself to be the FBI Super-Agent of the World and save young human-avian hybrid kids everywhere by welcoming you into her home and feeding you casseroley-type substances, breaks the news that she's, quote, "Ready to take the next step."

What am I thinking?
Worse-case scenario: Adoption.
Best-case scenario: Dessert, Round 2.

Instead, she drops the bomb. And, no. I'm not talking about the Gazzy or Ig variety, and I wish I WERE.

SCHOOL. She enrolled us in school! Freaking SCHOOL!

Fang thought it was a joke at first, and so did I. We just happened to be bunking up in the same house as a woman with the greatest dead-pan face ever. Nope. She's dead serious.

{Does best Anne impression voice}
"It's excellent and nearby!"
"You can meet other kids your age!"
"Your education is lacking!"
Blah blah blah blah BLAH!

We start on Monday. Yeah. On a holiday, no less. Oh, and it gets better. She's picking up our uniforms tomorrow.

Can't wait for all that itchy plaid. UGH!

-Max

P.S. I am a giant, walking self-fulfilling prophecy...with wings.

Check it out.

Photo of a woman with a kid that looks like The Gas Master:



We found it wedged in the wall of a house in a sketch-fest part of DC. ...And then I became the Angel of Death. (It's a long story, but it's a cool one.)

-Fang.

The Parent Trap.

I'm trying to think of this locating parents experience like finding buried treasure on a map. Unfortunately, we've been coming up short of the "treasure" bit, unless locating used car lots, pizza parlors, and chinese food places count for something.

Man. Now I'm hungry.

Anyway, here's a bit of show and tell:

This is me showing you a house...



...And telling you it doesn't house any of our parents. Why? Cause it's creepy and empty! ...And smells like Gazzy!

Gotta get off the computer and in bed before The Annemeister has something to say about it. Ugh. More house-hunting tomorrow.

-Max

27, 8, G9.

From our flying UK brethren....

Just got this in the mail from the Harry Potter gang. Apparently, it's a picture from inside a British subway station. (Sorry. "The Tube.")

I think we need to put a cap on the flying kids thing. Or, I should at least copyright the idea.

-Max

Can you spot me?

I can't. ...I'm blind! ;-) But the "other flock" were cool kids.

This is like that book, Where's Waldo?, except I'm not wearing a glasses and a dumb hat*.

Ig


*I was told it was dumb!

Gaaaaaaaah!

Pictures mid-flight!


It's so darn hot out, even the trees are feeling it. I'm sweating buckets. And, as Ig pointed out, HEAT RISES. It's even hotter UP here.

Need to get back to Anne's before she starts wondering where I went...blah blah.

-Fang.

Home (Sweet!) Home.

Eh. I may not be a fan of Anne and her overbearing mom-like ways, but I am a fan of her house.


5 bathrooms. 7 bedrooms. ...And a partridge in a pear tree. (Not really. But I'm sure she has pears in this place somewhere.)

Beautiful scenery, fresh air, animals (say hello to Sugar, the horse) - this place has it all.

So, paradise or prison?

I'll find out soon enough, I guess.

-Max

A Bird Kid's POV

Washington Monument action.


I wonder if there's food on that patio?


...More to come. Gotta figure out with Ig how to take pics and fly at the same time.

-Fang.