Bird Talk
“Alice, stop. Stand still . . . There she is again with that black thing stuck in her face! Think branch; be the branch, be the branch . . . Can’t you suck it in? I told you to go easy on the sunflower seeds!”
“Be the branch, my foot! Look who’s talking, Mr. Cocky! You think she’s not going to notice your fat red belly in this barren brown tree? Be the branch! How about be the trunk!”
“Stop moving your beak, Alice. She’ll see us. Be still as a twig. . . . Okay, a chubby twig. Maybe she won’t notice us.”
“Maybe there’s nothing to fear. She must be friends with the food gods because every time when she leaves, the feeders are always full. I think you’re overreacting.”
“Don’t fool yourself. They only wait till she’s gone before they bless us with their goodies. Okay . . . don’t breathe. She’s almost inside. Whew, that was a close one. And see . . . there are the seeds. If she didn’t leave, we’d never get to eat!”
“But I can still see her through the glass. Do you think it’s safe? And what is wrong with her face? She always has that big, round black thing stuck to her eyes.”
“It’s probably one of those marks of Cain so we can easily identify her as a threat. But when she’s behind the glass I’ve heard we are safe; it’s some sort of force field, like in that Starling Wars movie. Eat up, Alice! You never know when she’ll invade out turf again!”
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