_{[That's how you find out things about Cooper - you ask. There's another second's worth of pause before he says, rather simply,]}

When I was fourteen a bird flew into the hardware store where I grew up. The owner of the store attempted to scare it off with a broom, but it panicked and flew directly at my head. Its claws got tangled in my hair.

Mr. Simms - that was the owner - knocked me in the face with the broom handle in the commotion that followed. Sent me to the floor, the bird into an air duct. It was chopped up by a fan. All in all it was fairly traumatic.

_{[There's another silence - but there's more to say about it, and leaning back slightly, he does.]}

My mother died a year later. She'd told me about a dream she kept having ... a dream where birds filled the sky. I know it frightened her but I never understood why.

I know what it sounds like to others, but I believe that dream is at least in part responsible for her death.

_{[The other parts are the other dreams ... dreams he also had. He finishes with some sadness in his voice, but there's not a lot left to say on that topic. He just ... finds it hard to like birds.]}