Weaver musings : What does a weaver bird think of tech? : FICTION


"The young weavers now build their houses with a beak machine" Mr Weaver notes solemnly as he sighs out of the window. Mrs weaver wipes her beak with a feather and drops her spoon in the plate of grain mash. She hops down to where he sits and also looks out of the window. "I know, I noticed too" she beaked "it looks stronger than ours don't you think ?" Mr Weaver's eyes squinted " I don't think so, the boys are becoming lazy, I remember how much I worked each day picking twigs, grass and palm leaves to make us this beautiful home. It was one of the best then. These young ones just put up a machine that weaves everything into place. No love, no toiling, no dedication" 
Mrs Weaver sighed " life's becoming easier I guess and our home is still beautiful and it stands out nevertheless." She beaked again calmly. " How does our own stand out ?" Mr Weaver asked. Mrs Weaver stretches her wing and pats Mr Weaver's back. "Ours is built with love and theirs is built with machines"
" but... " Mr Weaver attempts to interrupt. " No buts" , Mrs Weaver quietly beaked and returned to her grain mash. 

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