little things are neat.

when i left work today, there was a bird outside the front doors happily pecking at a carl's jr. bag. as i walked by it moved aside but went back in once i got far enough away. i stopped to watch it. it pulled out a wrapper, and then grabbed a container of ranch dressing (assumedly someone had fried zucchini). it picked it up in its beak and walked a few feet before setting it down. then, it stabbed its beak into the container and started eating the ranch, haha. when it came up for air its beak was all white and it headed back over to the garbage can, apparently to look for more. finding none, it settled for the one container. that's when i decided to go home.