I am feeling a tab bit discombobulated today and stringing together coherent thoughts is quite beyond my capabilities. Stupid, random sentences that have nothing to do with each other is much more within my reach.
Everyone seems to think birds have it made because they can fly. But imagine going through life with no arms. Seriously. Getting peanut butter off your beak without hands or paws or anything remotely like that must be a pain in the ass. And the “armed” creatures all make fun of the way you walk. It’s hard to strut when you have no arms to swing. Or hands to put in your pockets. Speaking of pockets, birds have very skinny legs and no hips, so pants are out of the question. And without arms, they can’t wear shirts. They will never know the joy of having pockets. Plus, they must get tired of eating the same old thing all the time. How many ways can you serve a worm?
Which brings me to another question. Why do we call pants “pants” in the plural? And why does one “pant” constitute a pair? Some say it’s because they have two legs in them. A shirt has two sleeves, but it remains a lowly, singular item. Is this because we place more value on legs than on arms? Hm. That should make the bird feel a bit better.
1) Birds, like anyone else, need to have fun and I am sure that one of their favourite pastimes involves well-aimed poop and shiny, red cars. I know. I own one. A shiny, red car that is. Not a bird poop. Although, I do occasionally have a few in my possession on said shiny, red car.
It turns out that someone has found a way to rob our feathered friends of this sport. Yes, they have created diapers for birds. How humiliating.
If you feel compelled to diaper your canary, you can find these babies at http://www.diapersforbirds.com/index.asp. They have even included a how-to video for the first-time avian parent.
They could have at least included pockets.
2) Even our insults seem to malign our feathered friends. Take the term “bird brain.” Humans have deemed the avian mind to be laughable–so small that even Dan Quayle (ironically named after a bird) could out-spell it.
But, perhaps, we have been wrong. Turns out that a diet of caterpillars and crickets is the healthy way to go. Ack. There goes my cinnamon swirl peanut butter with raisins in it. Never eat raisins before you compose a blog about bugs.
Scientists agree that insects are chalked full of protein, iron, and vitamins. For every 100 grams of caterpillars you gnaw on, you are getting 28 grams of protein. That’s impressive. Unless you’re the caterpillar. And if you prefer the finer things in life, perhaps steamed silk worm is more your style. Sounds elegant, doesn’t it?
And here’s a useful little ditty for you to remember the next time you go digging for your dinner:
Red, orange, yellow, forget this fellow.
Black, green, or brown, wolf it down.
3) Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a HUGE fan of crows. And I finally have the chance to feature one of the coolest roadside attractions that I had the thrill of discovering–three 11 foot tall metal crows in Upstate New York. They’re on the I-81 just south of the Ivy Lea Bridge (aka Thousand Islands Bridge) to Canada and can be seen most easily from the southbound lane. Don’t blink or you will miss them. Seriously.
Sculptor, Will Salisbury, created 3 Crows in a Field from 1999-2001 as a “campaign to abolish boredom.” I know it keeps me and my “bird brain” (actually referring to myself, not my husband) entertained.
Photo Credits: bugs (www.ifood.tv), crows (www.roadsideamerica.com), Gary Larson Cartoon (www.thebirdforums.com).
The Embiggens Project 