In the Spirit of Joyce Cutler Shaw
DUDE. So there's these birds that I am completely obsessed with because they are the most ridiculous-looking, reptilian-footed, gluttony-consumed little creatures I've ever had the pleasure of beholding. During winter time, they graze in small flocks, keeping their little beady red eyes open for dogs and children and other menacing reasons for flight. But they can't fly. I suspect it's because they're too fat. They can do this awkward flappy-propelling of the body forward with their wings that's significantly faster than their plodding legs, but there's no sustained suspension in midair.
This is a shame because they love to eat pink blossoms from trees, but they have to wait for the blossoms to fall to the ground, within the reach of their eager beaks. The first time I saw one of these suckers eat a flower, I had to laugh. Seeing it scarf it down, practically inhaling it, was just too much for me to handle.
BIRDS OMG.