Days and Nights Page #3

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- How much are they paying you?

- Dad. - What? Nothing, zero, zilch.

I built a perimeter fence,

developed a manual

- hydration system, food regimen.

- Like a prison.

Technically, I work for 'The Department

of Environment Conservation'.

He's a forensic...

wildlife pathologist.

What?

Sorry.

Come on. Really... really,

I'm an... I'm an aviculturist.

- What's so funny?

- Oh, Mary!

Manners, please!

Ohh!

- They look delicious.

- Thank you.

It's perfect. There's no

stress in the meat.

You can always taste,

and you can feel

- if the animal had a stressful end.

- Please stop talking.

No, well, it goes tasteless.

It goes bland, but this is perfect.

- Alex, does your father

listen to anyone? - No.

A man walked

into his house...

with a sheep under his arm.

He says to his wife,

"I just want you to see the pig that I've

been f***ing while you've been away. "

And she says, "That's not a pig,

darling... that's a sheep. "

And he says,

"I wasn't talking to you!"

You got it?

- She wasn't a sheep.

- Eagles, brisket, and sheep.

Oh, my.

Welcome home, baby.

If music be the

food of love, play on.

Give me excess of it,

that surfeiting, the appetite

may sicken, and so die.

Newton's third

law of motion...

To every action, there is

an equal and opposite reaction.

Eva?

You said come

and get you...

...when it's ready.

- Have you seen Eva?

- No.

- Is Mom here?

- Yeah.

- Where are they?

- Feeding.

It's called

"Thermal convection. "

Eagles generally soar on

thermal convection currents,

which means that we could

generally predict their flight paths.

Look at me,

flapping my wings.

Uh, but r - recently, thermal

currents have been expanding.

It's... it's like an oven,

and we're just... we're just,

- frying ourselves.

- Whatever that means.

So predicting flight paths

has become near impossible.

- He could be lost in

nondirectional winds. - Thank you.

But, uh, personally, I...

I think it's toxicosis.

- English. - Mercury,

lead poison, pesticides.

- Green giants. - Buck shot, poaching...

the list goes on and on.

Meanwhile, the whole

place is in quarantine.

Well, eagles are bioindicators.

So we need to protect them...

- Nerd. - ... like canaries in a gold mine.

- Grow a beard. - Read a book.

He won't let me fix the dock,

maintain the riding trails... nothing.

- I repaired the dock.

- I wouldn't want to be on that dock.

Sweetie.

Hey.

Come here.

Oh!

Mm.

- You hungry?

- Uh, I ate already.

- What's going on, crazy?

- Not much. You?

Come on.

We better get ready.

- Ohh. - Want this?

- Yeah.

- What just happened?

- Nothing. He's fine.

- Fine... f***ed up,

insecure... - Dad.

He's fine.

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