Instead, as its eyes flickered back into consciousness and it began to struggle, his grip remained firm. He had planned to release it once it recovered from the anaesthetic. As it lay in his hand, he felt a sudden rush, of a life at his mercy. Using this, he rigged up a trap on the feeder, that he hoped would knock out a bird long enough that he could touch it.Īfter a few failed attempts, he managed to trap a robin. He ingratiated himself with the local dentist, soon procuring some anaesthetic. Watching the birds that came to the feeder in his garden, he imagined how soft they must be and resolved to catch one. With his father either at work or in an alcohol-induced stupor, Kenneth had hours to spend alone, transfixed by the regularity of the feathers' barbs and the feeling of softness as he ran them over his lips. On his walk home from school, he would often find feathers on the ground and he soon began a collection, keeping them in a cigar box under his bed. He was tall and strong, excelling at track events, but shunned any attempts to coax him into team sports. By the time Kenneth was at school, they lived mostly separate lives.Īcademically, he was unremarkable, coasting by on his significant athletic prowess. As the boy grew, so did his father's resentment, and his drinking habit. This event drove a rift between him and his father that never closed. Kenneth Chase was born in 1932 by a difficult labor, which his mother wouldn't survive.
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