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Kids are natural animal lovers. My daughter, for example, has this inexplicable bond with the birds in our backyard. She goes out there and starts chirping, thinking she's Snow White or something. I told her, "Honey, you're not a Disney princess. Birds don't understand your chirpy language." But she's persistent. She tells me, "Dad, I'm communicating with them." So, I imagine the birds are up there saying, "Hey, there's that weird human again making those strange noises. What's she saying? Is it a mating call? Should we be concerned?"
I swear, one day she's going to convince those birds to start a revolution against the squirrels. They'll be plotting in the trees, going, "Listen, guys, she's got some wild ideas about building a bird utopia. We've got to follow her lead!
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You ever notice how kids are fascinated by birds? It's like they've just discovered the original drone technology. My neighbor's kid is always staring out the window, yelling, "Look at that bird, Mom!" So, I decided to have a little chat with the kid. I said, "You know, those birds are basically the avian landlords of the neighborhood. They've got prime real estate up there in the trees. Meanwhile, I'm down here struggling to pay my mortgage, and these birds are living the high life in their leafy penthouses."
The kid just looked at me like I was crazy. But seriously, next time you see a bird, just imagine it wearing a little suit, collecting rent from the squirrels. They probably have a bird board meeting discussing how to increase property values in the nest.
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Kids are like sponges, soaking up information from everywhere. So, my kid comes up to me and asks, "Dad, how do birds know where to fly?" Great question, right? I'm not an ornithologist, but I'm not one to let a teachable moment pass. I told my kid, "Well, they use GPS, just like us. Except for them, it's the 'Global Pecking System.' They've got coordinates to every worm buffet and birdbath spa in the area. It's like their own version of Yelp, but for feathery foodies."
And then there's the migration thing. I explained, "Imagine packing your bags and moving to Florida every winter. Birds do it all the time. They're the snowbirds of the animal kingdom. They're probably sitting on the power lines, sipping tiny bird-sized margaritas, laughing at us freezing down here.
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So, my wife decided to involve the kids in a weekend DIY project – building birdhouses. Now, I'm not exactly Bob the Builder, but I thought, "How hard can it be?" Spoiler alert: pretty hard. The instructions were like a foreign language. It said, "Secure the flippity-flop to the wobble-wobble using a thingamajig." I'm standing there with a hammer and a confused expression, thinking, "Why can't they just say, 'Nail this to that'?"
Meanwhile, the kids are watching me struggle, and my wife's like, "Honey, the birds are counting on you." I'm thinking, "Lady, I can barely build a sandwich without making a mess, and you want me to construct a bird mansion?"
In the end, we hung up our Picasso-esque birdhouses, and I'm pretty sure the birds are sitting up there, sipping their tiny lattes, critiquing our craftsmanship. "Nice effort, humans, but your architectural skills need some serious improvement!
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