In Keith’s words. “Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t often work.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”
The photo

Birdman by John W. Howell © 2018
“Hi, sir. We are from Channel Ten News and wonder if we may have a minute.”
“Well, it depends.”
“Depends, sir?”
“Yes. It depends on what you want.”
“Oh, sir we don’t want anything. We are doing a feature on unusual animal owners and would like to ask you a couple of questions.”
“I can’t see the harm in that. Okay, shoot.”
“You don’t mind if we film our interview do you?”
“Um. Where is this going to show up.”
“We have a feature every Sunday called Animal Friends. If this interview works out it will be this Sunday at ten o’clock.”
“Aw, that’s a shame.”
“Why’s that sir?”
“My bedtime is nine thirty. I guess I’ll miss it.”
“Do you have a DVR?”
“Why yes. Yes, I do.”
“Problem solved. Just record the show and play it back in the morning.”
“Do you know how to set the thing?”
“No really, sir I can’t. Maybe you can get help or use the instruction manual.”
“I guess my nephew can do it.”
“Okay then. How about those questions.”
“Shoot.”
“Okay, Leroy, start filming in three, two, one. This is Jefferson here with… uh . . .Okay cut. I forgot to get your name.”
“Aloysius Bronnowitz.”
“Can I call you Al.”
“You can call me Al. I like that song too.”
“Okay let’s go from the top. Three, two, one. This is Jefferson here with Al Bonnowitz who we’ve been told is a kind of bird whisperer. Hi Al.”
“Hi, Jefferson.”
“Tell me, Al, how did you become a birds whisperer?”
“I don’t think I know what you are talking about.”
“That bird, Al. It is sitting on your hand.”
“Yeah what about it?”
“What makes it do that?”
“Well, you see birds have these feet with claws. They wrap them around—”
“Al.”
“What?”
“We all know how birds perch. Why is it perched on your hand?”
“I guess it got tired of the tree limb.”
“Come on, Al. Give me something here. Not everyone can have a bird sitting on their hand.”
“I don’t see why not.”
“It is not that common, Al.”
“Oh, so you think I have special powers.”
“Exactly.”
“Okay. I am able to talk to birds.”
“Now we are getting somewhere. What do the birds say to you?”
“They say all kinds of things.”
“Like what?”
“Well, there’s ‘Tweet, twittle, tweet.’ Also, ‘Twee twit two hoo.”‘
“Al.”
“What.”
“Translate that for our audience.”
“The first was, ‘Look at that clean car.”‘
“And the second?”
“That reporter has a nice clean head.”
“Okay, Al. I’m not going to ask about your t-shirt and we need to be going. Thank you.”