"It must suck," I thought, looking up into the sky at a couple of small black birds flying and gliding against the wind, "Being a bird unable to comprehend what that invisible force is preventing it from flight to the south."
"If only," I was conceiving in my mind, " One could be a bird, but with all the intelligence of a human being." 🤔
Talk about a bird brain. However, the more I sat there, laid back in the deck chair, staring intently on these little birds, I began to surmise.
Talk about a bird brain. However, the more I sat there, laid back in the deck chair, staring intently on these little birds, I began to surmise.
Then again, these birds have dealt with this invisible menace their entire existence. I'm sure they've figured out ways to combat the wind. One needs not understand an opponent's motives in order to thwart the foe.
I sat quietly in that deck chair, my gaze slowly descending from the heavens to the very deck I was perched upon. "Who's the bird brain now?" 😔
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