24/12/2025
Why It Sucks to Be Born As a Cuckoo Bird?
You don’t build nests. You don’t raise kids. You don’t even say thanks.
You just sneak into someone else’s home, dump your egg, and ghost the scene like a feathered deadbeat dad.
But it gets worse.
Your egg hatches before the others, and your first instinct?
Murder.
Blind, bald, and barely alive, you still manage to push your foster siblings out of the nest.
One by one.
Over the edge.
So that mommy bird, who didn’t even lay you, will feed only you.
And she does.
Because somehow, your beak mimics her real chick’s cries.
You’re literally scamming your way into survival using sound effects.
You grow 3–4 times larger than your adopted mother.
She breaks her spine just trying to keep your fat parasitic body fed.
And when you finally leave the nest?
You never look back.
Because who cares? You were never hers anyway.
You’re not just a baby.
You’re a con artist in a bird costume.
A mafia brat raised in a house you burned down.
No building. No raising. No responsibility.
Just manipulation, murder, and instinctual fraud.
And what do you get out of it?
A lifetime of repeating the same cycle faking family, killing innocence, and waddling off with full belly and zero guilt.
Because nature doesn’t reward kindness. It rewards outcomes.
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