But I’m not that one weird, singing female alpine accentor, doing things a bit differently. That’s just not how the story goes. She’s not a radical bird, demanding you accept her for how she is. She was never doing anything different, nor singing “despite” or “even though” anything. She only looked like a special case because of our failure to accept that female birds sing, for all kinds of reasons, just like the males—and they always have.
