The thing about some birds (and by “some birds” I mean Rodney the Bird) is that they’re loud. Kind of like some teenagers. Not all birds are loud. Some are the strong silent type (Sylvester the Great Horned Owl comes to mind). Rodney is not the strong silent type. Rodney is the opposite of the strong silent type. At least the silent part.
Whatever is going on in Rodney’s life, he feels the need to share it with the entire neighborhood. At the top of his little birdy lungs. Sun’s coming up? Rodney has something to say about it. Cloud cover? Rodney has commentary. Competitors flapping around the edge of “his” territory? The Riot Act (Chapters 1, 3, and 6) will be recited in full. Kids forget to close the nest door? Get earplugs; there’s going to be a full-on Rodney Rampage.
Fortunately, Rodney is (literally) a birdbrain, so his outbursts generally don’t last very long (personally, I think he forgets what he’s talking about by the time he reaches the middle of a sentence).
I also wonder if S the G (h o) would like to eat Rodney for breakfast…