Phil Oye

I went to a animal sanctuary in Melbourne. I stubbornly insist that the hopping kangaroo is merely a marketing ploy by the Australian tourism board. Those things are the most sedentary, boring creatures I’ve ever seen.

The real prize today was the “Birds of Prey” exhibit. There was an eagle that could use tools. If the eagle (I forget which type) is presented with an emu egg (a fake one was used for the demonstration), it won’t peck at it with its beak. Instead it picks up a rock with its claws and strikes it repeatedly until it breaks. I need to remember that the next time I struggle opening a beer bottle.