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At the grocery store this morning, a little bird hopped out of one food-aisle and into the main aisle in front of me. It seemed frustrated as it looked left and right. I glanced to see which food-aisle it had left--"ethnic foods". And the first thought in my head was, "Maybe it's looking for the hearts of palm, back here with the red beans. I'll ask if it needs help."
Just as I opened my mouth, the bird startled and flew off.
It occurs to me now that it was probably looking for the door, which I could've directed it to also, if it didn't have such an ingrained distrust of bipeds with their eyes in front. Species bias. Sad, but not baseless: I am an omnivore, after all.
Just as I opened my mouth, the bird startled and flew off.
It occurs to me now that it was probably looking for the door, which I could've directed it to also, if it didn't have such an ingrained distrust of bipeds with their eyes in front. Species bias. Sad, but not baseless: I am an omnivore, after all.
