Bird Brains

I was hanging out with my people the other day while they were talking about birds.

I've never thought much of birds. They swoop around pretending they're cool and making unnecessarily repetitive (and often grating) sounds. They're always misplacing their feathers, and one even tried to rush me while I was outside in my wire pen. Admittedly, I was amused to watch it untangle itself from the mesh, but that doesn't make it any less stupid.

Apparently, this is not the case for all birds. My people were telling stories of birds solving puzzles, using keys, even communicating in the people's language without need of a keyboard and internet connection. One could reportedly order from the dinner menu, and insist on its people getting it right: a skill I would find moderately useful. Some birds are quite clever, it seems. I may need to re-evaluate my position regarding my flying distant cousins.

Or I may just need to watch a few more try to fly gracefully through a glass door.

Skeptically,
Mikey