Beware the Feathered Gang

I went outside for lunch today to soak up some sunshine and take advantage of the supremely pleasant weather. I finished my insanely tasty (and messy – tahina sauce was dripping everywhere) falafel sandwich and was reading Entertainment Weekly when I heard a commotion in the small planted area behind my bench. About 10 tiny brown birds (wrens?) were chirping their little heads off in excitement as one bird chased another around the small bushes and mini trees of landscaping. It looked like the bird was ready to give the other a serious beat down if he could catch him. That’s when I realized that the noisy onlooker birds were actually chirping, “Fight! Fight!” like a group of eighth graders in the school yard, only in Birdish. More proof that most species are just a few strands of DNA away from each other.