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SF Trope: “Alien Life”
Current Event: https://news.arizona.edu/employee-news/new-conversation-extraterrestrial-life-may-look-nothing-life-earth-so-astrobiologists
Caw-clak-clak looked around, noted the Human children playing in the back yard of a nearby home.
In fact, it was the home a much larger Human who had been sitting in his back yard for several months now, attempting to communicate with various members of the flock. While most of the Edinburgh Clan thought he was ridiculous and a waste of time – and must be a mentally damaged Human because he kept trying to communicate with them by dancing around and flapping his arms. Caw-clak-clak thought he might be just sadly mistaken, or worse, misled by members of his own species.
Caw, for short, had spent months preparing for his experiment. He’d spent at least two nests of his progeny preparing them for his attempt to communicate with the Human, whose name apparently, was I Am Guy. Odd name, and though it didn’t sound like any of the other names the Edinburgh Clan had learned over the past eighty years, who was he to judge Human naming. I Am Guy was clearly intelligent and was making an attempt at communicating with them.
While Caw was the last living member of the group assigned to the project, he was nearly certain all of their work would pay off. He fluttered to a thick branch of one of the pines in I Am Guy’s territory and perched. The Human wasn’t around at the moment, but he’d made a habit of coming out to his communication station when the sun was two wings above the horizon for some weeks now.
Others had analyzed the sounds he’d made and through rigorous repetition of them, and an Edinburgh Clan member even breaking into a library one night and activating one of the electrical information devices, they had managed to build the largest vocabulary list ever assembled.
Of course, it had taken the sacrifice of thousands of newborn chicks to find the ones most adept at learning and mimicking the sounds Humans used to communicate – though Ravens had learned to do it several hundred years earlier – the fact that Humans needed sounds stung together in very specific orders to make sense of what Ravens had been trying to say to them. I Am Guy seemed to catch on faster than any other.
He also had a connection to the Ravens in the Far To The North And Grimly Certain Of Their Unchallenged Wisdom Humanland. Both the ones near Edinburgh Clan and Baikanour Clan had discovered that there was finally a way Ravens could escape the coming Human Apocalypse…
Names: ♀ Ravenoid
Foundation for story: https://www.google.com/search?q=how+smart+arre+birds%3F&sca_esv=016f34706b28a015&sxsrf=ANbL-n6dzJRKeIEcUJ6BoaPkhbhG9jH8hw%3A1771963848346&source=hp&ei=yAWeafHgEoStp84PitCR4QM&iflsig=AFdpzrgAAAAAaZ4T2I5fx2PKT1FJy_7llqcuNpuMneCE&ved=0ahUKEwjx5O7d9_KSAxWE1skDHQpoJDwQ4dUDCCE&uact=5&oq=how+smart+arre+birds%3F&gs_lp=Egdnd3Mtd2l6IhVob3cgc21hcnQgYXJyZSBiaXJkcz8yBxAAGIAEGA0yBxAAGIAEGA0yBxAAGIAEGA0yBxAAGIAEGA0yBxAAGIAEGA0yCBAAGAoYDRgeMgYQABgNGB4yBhAAGBYYHjIGEAAYFhgeMgYQABgWGB5IikFQ-gZYgzxwAngAkAEBmAHQAaAB1BGqAQcxMS4xMC4xuAEDyAEA-AEBmAIWoALLEagCAMICDhAuGIAEGLEDGNEDGMcBwgILEC4YgAQY0QMYxwHCAggQLhiABBixA8ICCxAAGIAEGLEDGIMBwgIREC4YgAQYsQMY0QMYgwEYxwHCAgUQLhiABMICBRAAGIAEwgIIEAAYgAQYsQPCAg4QABiABBixAxiDARiKBcICDhAuGIAEGLEDGIMBGIoFwgIOEC4YgAQYxwEYjgUYrwGYAwHxBaauf5aFU9EHkgcGMTIuOS4xoAfqwwGyBwYxMS45LjG4B8cRwgcGMC4xNC44yAc9gAgA&sclient=gws-wiz&safe=active&ssui=on#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:f5f6f3d6,vid:7aWL2iEb6y4,st:288; MORE food for thought: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bird_intelligence
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