I like to think the birds came from a ...birdtopia of their own, half-way across the planet! [ She giggles freely, allowing the firefly to crawl up her palm. It flutters off, joining the other light atop her head.

They may theorize all day and night about this, asking questions, thinking up answers, and not expecting any truth to come out of it as their imaginations work for them. More than all of that, though, is that-- he's right, including the birds, the world seems to be making progress on its restoration. ]

Maybe we weren't cool as the birds are, enough for them to stay. [ A soft 'snrk' there. ] Maybe we should build a giant birdhouse for them next time.