This is an illustration of a Kingfisher. They have giant heads and beaks designed to help them scoop up fish. They are great fliers. I remember seeing one in a pond behind my house as a kid and thinking it looked like an alien life-form.
This is an illustration of a dodo bird. His brain is soft like a puppy’s belly. He is so stupid that he doesn’t know his entire species is endangered. He walks around mindlessly passing gas and listening to Spotify. Brap.
This is an illustration of a baby tufted titmouse sitting on a wire. I have recurring dreams about birds and fish in mysterious neon colored woods hiding swirling ponds. The birds are always machines made of tiny gears and levers like a watch. They flap around mechanically, focus with camera lens eyes and sing robotic songs that echo.
I love listening to birds go off at sunrise in spring. It is like they have been beat down by harsh winter weather and they celebrate the return of warmth and greenery. I live next to a college campus and it is inundated with large old growth trees and songbirds. When I walk outside to go to work I am hit by a deep field of cacophonous echoing happy bird sound that is unlike anything I have heard before. It is like something out of a vast swirling dreamscape where birds are sentient machines and their songs have a secret coded meaning.