“They’re just so unpredictable,” he argues. After a blink, he adds, “Birds. Not Wicker, although that dude can definitely sneak up on a guy.” He shakes his head. “It’s their beady eyes, always looking like they’re watching you, and the talons and beaks are strong enough to crack the shells off seeds and nuts.” His eyes are wide and he quickly covers his crotch with his hands. “I don’t want her to do that, or anything else, to me.”
Voicing my opinion on birds
