Artimus was a good birdie. Artimus would constantly visit me. He would make his presence know by harassing my dog, or simply taking a shit on my porch. Sometimes he would bring along his friends, they'd gather berries on my porch and i would step on them and slip and fall and break my neck. They'd sing songs and annoy the crap outta me, and i would throw my shoe at them to make it stop.
Then, he died. West Nile took his life. and i took his picture. and his berries.