Assembled words by Ryan Carl Impink. Home Is For The Birds. Pilot and Skye had a beautiful home, high up in the trunk of a dead tree. A wood pecker hollowed out an already rotting part in search of a meal. He found what he was looking for and abandoned the site when the food ran out. It was a perfect home for a young couple of swallows. Already on the branch was a beautiful female swallow. Pilot thought he should maybe find another branch but she waved him over with a wink.

Following thoughts to see where they lead. Philosophy at the dinner table. The curator and the improviser. The oldest superstition in tennis? Or does it constitute a part of the game? If we grant the latter, then the argument falters.