I dreamed there was a kind of bird named a “great crepe” (pronounced “creep”), which was to Steller’s jays as ravens are to crows. It had a crest that splayed out, resembling a secretary bird; it had a broad, rounded, blunt beak, making it look even more obviously like a little dinosaur. Somehow it got inside and was unexpectedly chill, polite, and non-destructive by the standards of a wild bird, although I still took pains to hide the truth about just how large our peanut stash actually is. (And where it is.)
@kistaro Ah, 'Crepe' like 'Grebe'. Interesting mental detail!
.... I kind of want a Great Crepe to feed peanuts to. <..<;
