My day today. Sorry. Spaced it out and am therefore writing about the first thing that comes to my mind …
So do you ever get sick of being human? All the responsibility and planning. The wearing of clothes. The thinking. Ever wonder how great it would be to live day by day, moment by moment operating on instinct? Like an animal?
I’ve thought about this a lot and if I could choose to be an animal, there are many I’d dismiss out of hand. Dog? No. Don’t want to rely on some human to feed me or remember to let me outside to pee. Cat? Mmm. Maybe, but litter boxes? Then, too, so many of them get stuck inside and we’re back to the human feeding me.
Monkey? Sounds good, except for that zoo thing. Elephant? Too big and slow. Gazelle? Tiger bait. Deer? Hello, guns, cars, wolves. I think I’d like to be some kind of bird. But what kind?
A hawk? Yeah, cool. Big, beautiful, great eyesight. Then I remembered hearing from a naturalist that most juvenile hawks starve to death due to the steep hunting learning curve and that killed that. Bald eagles, though majestic looking, are actually scavengers. A diet of dead fish doesn’t sound appealing.
Skip turkey buzzards, penguins and geese, for obvious reasons. An owl. Hmm. That’s it. They’re beautiful, are graceful fliers, make great hooting noises and are generally the hunters not the hunted. Except that they’re night creatures. I’d miss the sunshine.
So, in the end, I can’t think of a species of bird that fits. Maybe I’d enjoy being something like a … moose instead? Living up north, swimming under the big clear sky. Mosquitoes, ticks, ridiculously big ears. Guess not. Maybe I’d better stick with human.
What kind of animal might you choose to be and why?
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