Did you ever wonder if birds in other countries chirp in a different language than those where you live? Me neither. However, it does sound reasonable.
Researchers at the Perry Block Institute for Birdbrain Studies recently released a report supporting this theory. According to their study, crows from the Northeast U.S. alert their companions of oncoming traffic by calling out “Cah, cah,” while their cousins from the South scream, “Y’all, y’all,” (short for y’all look out). The southern crows are also much slower getting the message out, resulting in more highway fatalities in Birmingham than Boston.
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General Starling reviewed the reconnaissance report and made a few last minute adjustments to the battle plan.
Satisfied, he smiled at Lieutenant Limbhopper and gave the order. “We attack at dawn. They’ll never know what hit ‘em.”
The word passed quickly down the line.
“We attack at dawn.”
“We attack her lawn.
“She eats her spawn.”
“The flapjacks are gone.”
“Your mother’s name is Ron.”
“Bonham drives a baby-blue Prius.”
Despite the poor communications, the raid was executed with surgical precision. The enemy awoke to the ravages of explosions that left no windshield unscathed.
Historians labeled it “The Shitzkrieg.”
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