Puffin

Where ya at? I’ve been waiting for you to arrive! We don’t have all day. It’s time to get on the go! Before ya know it we’ll be having a time, my treasure. So I ask again, where ya at?

Pardon me as I bliver. It’s a rather mauzy day so I think I am just going to fly over to that rock cliff in the sun. It looks a bit warmer for a wee bird like me. I’d rather some sun and a gentle breeze. Enough of this mist! Oh, welcome to the rock.

Comfy rock! Comfy rock! Not moving. Just going to watch all the people traipsing through town, nary a care in their mind. It is rather comical to watch. Maybe they will drop a fry, or a cod nugget. Fill my belly, YUM!

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:

Britches

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