It’s hard to articulate. I love birds, they are my favorite… but I also hate birds. It’s complicated. I delight in their behavior, but so many of them are also arseholes. Take the ducks we used to keep—they fowled up the dam. The turkeys? Bloody stupid creatures. The geese? Vicious bastards*. My Auntie’s beloved silky bantam rooster, Kevin? Busted internal chronometer; would never shut up. I have been mocked by kookaburras, experienced a gleek of emu attacks, a car stripping by corellas and a blood […]