We're at my old house on Garden Home Road, and We've got some dead birds. They are strange birds, some penguins, and some smaller. I don't know why they are dead, but it seems some good reason, perhaps natural causes. But some of them are kind of cut up.

We (I don't know who) hang them up outside at the edge of the carport, in order to submit their bodies back to nature. The birds outside are interested in this feast, and they pull down the smaller birds and drag them around.

Later I'm at Springbrook Plaza with Bob W. and somebody else I don't recall. I have a camera with which I took some footage of the birds for a movie we're making. It has extreme zoom features, so I'm looking around in the frames and I notice that one of the supposedly dead birds, a crow, may not have dead. It appears to stand up and move itself a little in a few frames. I think we should go back and try to rescue it.

But we've got some other plans. Bob buys some firecrackers and lights them off on the sidewalk, and I think we have to buy some gifts for Mother's Day.