Well when you say it like that, it does sound bad. On the plus side, if the alien invasion happens, she and daddy can just sneeze on the aliens and kill them. Remember War of the Worlds? It was bacteria that killed the aliens. Mommy says she can believe it. She says that if the rednecks don’t shoot them down, the single cell organisms will break them down from the inside out.
See what kind of stuff mommy teaches us? That’s the power of being raised by a writer, baby birds!
You know what I think their real problem is? Humans are too complicated. Too many spaces, places, and systems to get broken, infected, or go all wrong. They aren’t sleek and streamlined like us birds. We’re simple, but good. Compact bodies in precious little packages. We’re designed efficiently. We can make a mess, but we aren’t a mess. Birds have it going on. It’s good to be a bird!
But one thing I don’t think is fair is that they can get by easy on treatment. They can take antibiotics in pill form. Now that’s not fair. I think Zack and I ought to be able to hold them down and syringe feed them their medicine now! But no, they get out easy because they’re big, and have they have saliva to help them swallow, and thumbs to open bottles. Hmm. I call that an unfair advantage.
Oh well, Zack and I will do what we can to help them recover. We can be good, helpful birds. And Zack’s a great snuggler. Well, he snuggles daddy. I don’t let him in my personal space. We have territory issues.
That’s all today. Take care, and have a great rest of the week!