...is a title thieved from Dave Stout, the writer of the forthcoming article, who took me to the staring men and their suspended lines of caged, twittering, fluttering creatures, early one Saturday morning. The men stared at their birds, their birds stared back. The men drank coffee, smoked cigarettes and made remarks to each other about the birds. The birds tweeted, perhaps commenting on the men; it's hard to know.