Words of the Constant

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I should put a bird in it.

Wilson P. Higgsbury

He's looking a bit peckish.

That's my bird!

That bird is definitely deceased.

Awwww, he's asleep.

Have I not fed you in awhile?

A predictable result of starvation.

An intricate enclosure for scrutinizing the local wildlife.

Hungry. Luckily its constitution is better than mine.

Fascinating! This bird has alchemical abilities.

Remarkable! I didn't even have to bleach those bones.

It has adapted its sleep cycle to the unusually short days here.

I hypothesize it will perish if I don't feed it soon.

My birdy buddy breathed his last...

I need to get a birdy buddy.

My birdy buddy's belly's empty!

I hope my birdy buddy is happy.

I have a lot of regrets in life.

My birdy buddy's super sleepy.

My birdy buddy's all bones!

I'm afraid it's dead.

Rather ornate cage.

Feeding these creatures is getting rather tedious.

Domestication has its uses.

Bother! Not even worth examining.

I say, he's a lackadaisical fellow!

It's malnourished, I'm afraid.

Maybe it will wake up.

Suitable lodgings for a feathered beast.

Let me cook something nice up for you.

I now have an egg farm!

It is not waking up. Oh dear.

Sleep now, lay later.

Oh, what do birds eat? A nice brisket?

Wigfrid

A home for my ravens!

Wigfrid

Are you having a nice time?

Wigfrid

Sweet dreams, raven friend.

That's a deep sleep.

You'll never get me behind bars again.

What's all the fuss about, feathers?

I feel for ya, feathers.

Maybe he wasn't sleeping.

You'll still be in there when you wake up.

Oh, come on. I fed you last week.