I hate when bird parents get mad at me for rescuing their children.
Don’t want me touching your kid? Fine, YOU crawl down there and use YOUR super-dexterous hands with opposable thumbs to gently lift your son out of this window-well. Oh, you can’t do that? Then shut up and stop swooping me, you ungrateful leftover dinosaurs.
when dinosaur is both an insult and accurate
I missed the fact you said bird parents and thought this was about the kids at summer camp
bird camp, which is for birds,