We can't go outside and perch on a tree branch, but we were meant to, and we envy the birds that can. Trees are mighty and powerful. They live a long time. Not forever, because we see that some are dying, but longer than we do, and I suspect longer than the humans (unless they kill them). Geoffrey says that this time of year the humans bring a killed pine tree inside the house, and we get to enjoy one for a few weeks. I feel bad that it has to be killed, but I'm looking forward to the pine smell and chewing on the branches. He says they put shiny metal objects on it--some are shaped like birds! Last year, Jary tells me, they visited the human grandparents, and he saw an artificial tree. It looked almost exactly like a real one from a distance, but was unpleasant to the feet. It wasn't made from wood, the needles were much sharper than real ones, and they couldn't be broken with a beak.
Jay-Jay
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