How overjoyed I was, to hear  her squawking stop so suddenly. She’d boarded after me, birdcage in hand.  Then, after the ascent, three  squawks. Maybe two.  Anyone on a plane, I’ll tell you,  can’t stand the sound.  I’d heard of puppies  dying overhead, the change  of pressure too much  for their little lungs, but birds?… Read More “Flight Cage” by Maya Nordine