Birds play a part in prison-life; at least in mine. Being surrounded by walls and razorwired fences, the fowl have to come to us.

Well, here I sit, pen in hand. Pondering again. For I am told this blog is getting some hits, but MORE would be better. I need lots of people involved as steadies. I am counting on your support to help me gain the relief I so deserve after 24 years.

Close your eyes and try to create, or imagine this scene.