My dad is a bird fanatic, literally the console-warrior equivalent when it comes to birds

He had all kind of birds, and as you've obviously noticed by now he spent more time with them than with me, feeding them and building shit and that, but it was cool and his passion and I liked that.
When you step in our living room there is a disturbing amount of bird items, a bird clock that plays a different bird-soundfile each hour , some giant ass plastic hawk that oozes freedom and so on.
Every time birds come into our garden he tries to communicate with them and claims he understands them and tbh I'm convinced for some reason

My dad is the real Birdman, not that hipster Oscar movie or that fat fuck with a star tattooed on his head