Lilac breasted roller

If a bird were a kite, or is it a kite a bird? Either way, it would be me, the streamer-tailed Lilac-Breasted Roller. I’m a beauty, I know; it is what it is. I dip and soar acrobatically over the open woods of the hottest lands in PnF, all while maintaining a brilliant shine on my feathers. It’s a gift, and sometimes how I pay the rent. Hey, birdhouses don’t come cheap. Okay, sure, my voice is unexpected, a little rough and ear-piercing, but when your chommie (that’s South African slang for friend, btw) is half a block a way, you need to be loud.

“Do get my right side. It’s my best side, wouldn’t you say?” Oh, hey there, don’t mind me. Just hovering here while I get my picture taken for Bird Beauties Monthly. I know, I know, I was on the cover three time already. But, darling, just look at me! I’m a long way from the woods now, wouldn’t you say? “Ahem, spritz me! I’m drying up like a raisin over here.”

Ah, the day is at an end, and I can finally settle in, stretch out my wings and relax. Hm, is the nature channel showing Feinstein the talking parrot, again? Lucky me. It won’t be long before all my hard work pays off. And, then, it will be my feathers shining in the lights of a dozen reality show t.v. cameras. “Take that, Feinstein.” I’m coming for you world.

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:

Open Can Of Worms

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