odd little creatures

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Over the past few days it has struck me that birds are weird. I'm not sure if this was a sudden epiphany, or I've always subconsciously thought they were odd, or if it's simply crept up on me. Regardless, they are really weird. They remind me of tiny feathered dinosaurs. I wonder if worms hear them roar in a bloodthirsty fashion. I marvel at their balance and their lack of a need for hands. They strut their chests out, blokes on a night out attempting to attract the ladies. I mean, they even knock on the door of the worm's house and invite him out to dinner. That's pretty polite. When I hear them chattering away, I wonder what they're nattering about. Do they gossip about each other? Or are they just having a competition to see who has the loudest squawk? Birds are weird. Daft little feathered dinosaurs, with their lack of arms and their early morning songs of joy and wakefulness. I shall be dreaming of birds all night now.