I wonder how my birds see the world. For their whole life, I've been this weird ass animal that is solely responsible for bringing them water and their favorite food, then I lure them into a weird thing and lock them up when everything gets dark. They've seen me carry off their dead sisters and I take their "offspring." I just wonder if they have the mental capacity to see me as some sort of God/leader, or if they just see me as a pain in the ass that also happens to be the only reason they can drink.
Also this blog will be more for random thoughts than actually writing about my life like my last blog. Hopefully
Also this blog will be more for random thoughts than actually writing about my life like my last blog. Hopefully