Lemonade Frosties

I was blabbing with some birds the other day, a few barn swallows and a sparrow, about this, that, and the other. Then the subject of color came up. Basically racial identity and how we identify ourselves alongside our co-brothers. This part of the convo stayed light-hearted until I pointed out humans have far fewer skin colors compared to birds and their higher variation in feather colors. They all agreed, but then one of the barn swallows poked that, although, yes birds come in many color variations, but people should stop attaching false truths to specific bird colors. They all looked at me with almost icy, dissapointed eyes. I didn't know how this all was related to the amount of bird colors, but I went along, half determined and half flustered. Before I could even give my two cents, the sparrow jumped in and asked me if I thought dark brownish black was a color of hope, joy, and love...and I said no. He then said, "no it ain't, and you no why? Cause it's the color of (expletive)!" And I just tilted my head up, then down at a slow, tilted pace with a wry grin to confirm. "Well", he asked, "then why do people think doves are so special? ".