Pink Jay

Look at my feathers, aren't they neat? All the other birds are jealous. And why wouldn't they be? Not only are they soft, they're luxurious and beautifully coloured. But enough about my feathers, I'm sure you're not here just because I'm a pretty face.

I have some very tedious cleaning habits to keep looking my best - you should see my spa bill! Mud baths, cucumber masks (if I don't eat them!) and talon cures. I go only to the best spas around, all the employees know my name. I always bring a good book with me, nothing is more relaxing than reading while soaking my feathers! It provides me with the perfect time to get ahead so I am always ready for my book club on the weekends. I hear we're reading "Of Pets and Friends" next!

Your pet becomes an expert at finding its own food!

Birdsong is as old as time. Birds sing to announce their ownership of territory, to find a mate, or just for the joy of living. Of course they all sing completely different tunes, but all birds understand the nuances of other bird’s songs, even though they may sound entirely different.

There is a natural order of things. Little tweeting birds hear one another in the hedges; hawks scream in the skies; blackbirds warble across the fields. And they ignore other species.

But when the wrens first saw a microphone and realised they could make themselves heard by everybird everywhere, that changed all the rules. Suddenly it wasn’t good enough to have just the right song for your environment; you had to scream just to be heard over the wrens!

Peace could only be achieved by giving everybird a microphone, but only in designated places. Then with everybird having an equal chance to be heard, competitive interspecies birdsong began. And the fields and skies went back to the natural order of things.

Favorite food:

Star Stained Glass Cookie

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