Gibbon realizing that the representation of Death with a scythe implies the harvesting of souls in bunches, not singly. If Death were to approach people individually, he should have a pair of pruning shears.
This bird is against vaccinations because three times as many people die from car crashes than from guns, and even more die from bad chemicals in the body*. This bird is bad at science and math, but pretty good at the Internet.
* It’s true! – https://www.iii.org/fact-statistic/facts-statistics-mortality-risk
This pigeon is disappointed to realize that most people only care about a smoking gun if it happens to be pointing in their general direction.
This butterfly knows whether there will be six more weeks of winter, but as it won’t be alive six weeks from now, isn’t telling anyone.
This is just your reminder that bird wings are complex structures and that they don’t just flap up and down.
This owl knows you’ve broken that new year’s resolution and, as you did the same for three years running, thinks that maybe you should simply accept yourself, flaws and all — but won’t say anything, because that would be rude.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
Snowy owls aren’t actually snowy. They’re just white.
This is good because otherwise they’d melt when they come inside for the bird show.
Amur tiger stopping in his tracks as he realizes that beekeeping only works if the bees are not kept at all, but are instead allowed to roam freely, collecting pollen for miles around.
Eagle pondering that an alternative solution would be genetically engineer people to have bulletproof skin, but realizing that such an approach would require funding research scientists, so it won’t happen either.
The algae delivery and dispersal system appears to be functional.
I was going to make a joke about how wobblies glow white in the sun when viewed in infrared, but that’s not true. This is an albino.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of woman born.
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