This eagle notes that to get your kid into a good college, you could spend a million dollars when they’re eighteen … or help them with their homework when they’re eight.
This eagle observes that there are a whole lot of bad investors out there.
This starling would like to point out that, geopolitically, we are still in the “divide” stage of attack. The “and conquer” part comes next.
Dove that’s hoping the chef realizes he’s not a blackbird well before the top crust is placed.
This young flamingo wishes the publishers would leave classic books alone.
He was just trying to read “Wikipedia Brown”, and it was the story was changing as it went along.
Ever notice how you never look at a bird and think “Wow, that critter sure is heveled.”
The Carolina parakeet was once prevalent in the eastern United States. Due to hunting, and the fact that their behavior included flocking around injured birds, it has been extinct since 1920 and can only be seen via specimens like this, in museums.
This is just your reminder that bird wings are complex structures and that they don’t just flap up and down.
This owl knows you’ve broken that new year’s resolution and, as you did the same for three years running, thinks that maybe you should simply accept yourself, flaws and all — but won’t say anything, because that would be rude.
Stork thinking about Alice in Wonderland and realizing that, at no point, did the dormouse actually say “feed your head”.
I have been accused of having a fondness for animal tongue photos.
In my defense, animal tongue photos are really neat.
Yes, it’s just a simplified bower, made by a bowerbird. Not very impressive to look at … until you realize that we have no idea which bird behavior is new and which have continued since the age of the dinosaurs.
Did dinosaurs make bowers? We don’t know, but would you want to live in a world where they didn’t?
This leiothrix esteems today’s English to be codswallop, unintelligible to our longfathers.
Holonyms and their associated meronyms, to the nethermost level, a panoply of prodigious constellation, are the crinkum-crankum of the Queen’s tongue, not fandangles for nithings and dandiprats besotted by linguistic errantry.
Today, disconfustication, for elucidation, has hithered our language toward palaverous flummery.
To rectify this situation, hereupon we ought cease mollycoddling those lollygagging lurdans, abjure modernity, and espouse lexical involution.
Hummingbird who believes in climate change, but prefers to enjoy the warm winter, leaving the whole “dealing with widespread death and destruction of all we hold dear” to the next generation.
Technically, I do not believe they needed the whole glove.
TFW you have a crap job, but you’re still proud of your output.
In UV, everyone looks like they’re blushing.
You can tell this is a sacred ibis and not a black-faced ibis because the black-faced ibis has a lot less black on its face.
This owl has determined he needs more salt.
Only the most trustworthy of birds get an All Access migratory pass.
This bird is starting to suspect that people are mixing up “your” and “you’re” deliberately.