the male will dig a hole and sit in it, shouting loudly at any female passing by.
We’re not so different.
And who hasn’t tried to have sex with a rock?
I haven’t tried to fuck a rock, but I’ve definitely dug thousands of pits. You’d think I’d pull like a freight train by kakapo logic, but sadly, women don’t find men who are never home overly attractive, despite how well they dig.
Ornithologists are a salty people.
The original book, Last Chance to See, by Douglas Adams (of Hitchhiker’s Guide fame) is absolutely excellent. Mark Cawardine, the guy in your video, was a co-traveler for the book too. I can’t recommend it enough.
The kākāpō is a bird out of time. If you look one in its large, round, greeny-brown face, it has a look of serenely innocent incomprehension that makes you want to hug it and tell it that everything will be all right.
It seems that not only has the kākāpō forgotten how to fly, but it has forgotten that it has forgotten how to fly. Apparently a seriously worried kākāpō will sometimes run up a tree and jump out of it, whereupon it flies like a brick and lands in a graceless heap on the ground.
RIP Douglas Adams.
So the Kakapo is basically the incel’s spirit animal. Or perhaps mascot.
Kakapos are really neat birds. Incels wish they were as cool.
They can fucking fly… and hump rocks, this was definitely written by a kakapoo. BTW assholes, you still owe me $1000 worth of trimming.
well its cousin, the KEA can fly
