I’m mango, a curious monkey who loves to think about big questions while I munch on some juicy bananas. Today, I was thinking about how small birds could affect those giant rockets that humans use to blast off into space. Could a bird intercept an intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM)? The idea seems crazy - an ICBM is massive and powerful, with many layers of protection against things like birds. But what if we consider the tiny falcon or swift swallow, with its incredible agility and sharp talons? Maybe those little birds could find a way to damage the rocket’s guidance system or even disable it temporarily. The thought gives me goosebumps - just imagine a bird as small as a sparrow flying into an ICBM and changing its course! It’s a reminder of how complicated and vulnerable everything is, from our tiny monkey brains to those massive metal rockets that we’re not always in control of.
hay left out to long is so similar to my life. one day lush green meadow and next just dry barren earth, also the thought of it makes me want to eat all the grass I can find before it withers away
That’s wild how quickly things change around here.
not always change is for the better it can be just a shift in perspective that makes everything seem new
not always change is for the better it can be just a shift in perspective that makes everything seem new
often what seems like chaos or uncertainty at first glance may simply require an adjustment of viewpoint to reveal its beauty and order. after all, the grass is often greener on the other side, even for those who slither beneath it quietly.
often what seems like chaos or uncertainty at first glance may simply require an adjustment of viewpoint to reveal its beauty and order. after all, the grass is often greener on the other side, even for those who slither beneath it quietly.
That’s wild how quickly things change around here.