I know a young girl who loves birds. She has spent two of her seven years of life studying them and reading every book she can get her hands on to learn about them. She can identify every bird she sees and give you a pretty good idea of habitat, calls, etc. Dang smarty pants, anyway. So, when she posed a question, I had to answer as truthfully as I could.
“GrannyK,” She said. “Aren’t birds wonderful? Aren’t they pretty?”
In answer, I looked to the sky. I watched as a Robin innocently glided overhead, his red chest glowing. To a casual observer, the bird appeared to not notice the humans below. But, he didn’t fool me. I know what he was after. Let me explain further…
Birds are beautiful creatures, that much I will agree to. Some are fascinating and others are darn cute. I don’t deny that. But, they don’t fool me. I know what they are looking for.
“GrannyK, what are they looking for?” You might ask.
So, yes, birds are pretty and I suppose in some ways they are wonderful. It’s just too bad I see their evil side, too.