• SupraMario@lemmy.world
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    10 hours ago

    Yea, I mean I’m not saying that to be mean. As I genuinely like the birds. They will talk to you when you get near them in the barns and the two we raised are still hanging out on the farm even years after we released them.

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      9 hours ago

      Oh me too!

      I don’t like… dislike pigeons, they just are kinda dumb.

      Same with horses, I love horses, but goddamnit are they stupid, lol.

      Like, it’s not an insult to identify that different kinds of animals have different kinds of mental capabilities.

      I’m just trying to point out that… while pigeons are ‘dumb’ in a lot of ways, they do also at least seem to have something akin to a superpower, so if you judged conscious entities by that metric, presumably they would all think that we are basically mentally disabled, in terms of navigation abilities.

      Something does not need to be highly intelligent to be loveable, appreciated.

      You basically just have to meet them on their level, if that makes sense.

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        8 hours ago

        Nope %100 makes sense. And horses are definitely the second dumbest creature on the planet. They will try and kill themselves daily. Our vet always said that if a horse wants to kill itself, it’ll find a way even in circular padded room. And we have a few that on a daily will try to do shit that makes you think how they’re still alive.

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          7 hours ago

          I never properly like lived on a farm or ranch, but I have had a few girlfriends and friends that essentially coaxed me into being an unpaid stablehand, lol.

          I enjoyed the learning experiences, genuienly, and just being able to be around animals, as disgusting and stupid as they can be haha.

          But yeah, more than once, the gf that foxhunted, she’d come back with a story about how one horse in the group did something immensely bone headed.

          That particular puddle? Its evil, fuck you, I’m not going within eyeshot of it.

          Oh you want me to slow down around this tree, ok, here, imma take a shortcut real slow, that clothelines the rider on a different tree.

          etc etc…