Makes me wonder, whether birds would want to go to an opera, to view dramatic re-enacments by actor birds of brooding season.

Yeah, but in monkeybrainish that all translates to “no large predators in sight”.

I often think that while I listento the Robin chirping as I bring him his breakfast. It’s lovely to listen to… but it’s him shouting at the top of his voice: “this area is mine, if you come into this area I will fight you to the death. I’m the boss robin round these parts, and I’ll fuck you up!”