And from the comments I saw it gets worse for this bird - apparently after the bird flew off, the scientist who captured this call played it back to check they had recorded it properly, only for the bird to come back and start calling again.
These scientists accidentally played the cruelest prank imaginable on this poor bird, and it was likely not smart enough to ever realise it.
Like imagine living years of your life desperately calling out to someone, anyone, and you finally hear someone - you desperately rush over, but there’s there’s nobody there. You’re sure you heard someone, but there’s nothing, except you.
Like imagine living years of your life desperately calling out to someone, anyone, and you finally hear someone - you desperately rush over, but there’s there’s nobody there. You’re sure you heard someone, but there’s nothing, except you.
You just basically summarized the experience of people deconverting from fundamentalist Christianity.
A researcher once played a recording of an elephant who had died. The sound was coming from a speaker hidden in a thicket. The family went wild calling, looking all around. The dead elephant’s daughter called for days afterward. The researchers never again did such a thing.
Animals grieve over the lost connections just like we do.
Like imagine living years of your life desperately calling out to someone, anyone, and you finally hear someone - you desperately rush over, but there’s there’s nobody there. You’re sure you heard someone, but there’s nothing, except you.
https://youtu.be/x2KH5AoyeBc?si=tn-LSdI-T2KW7ysu
🙁
Oh no, no way. I’m not clicking that.
I’m having a bad enough day, I don’t want to add existential crisis to the list.
Man that bird was living a straight up nightmare.
And from the comments I saw it gets worse for this bird - apparently after the bird flew off, the scientist who captured this call played it back to check they had recorded it properly, only for the bird to come back and start calling again.
These scientists accidentally played the cruelest prank imaginable on this poor bird, and it was likely not smart enough to ever realise it.
Like imagine living years of your life desperately calling out to someone, anyone, and you finally hear someone - you desperately rush over, but there’s there’s nobody there. You’re sure you heard someone, but there’s nothing, except you.
Plot twist, he killed them all and was just coming back to make sure he finished the job.
This could be a great short film, with the footage and story at the end, Twilight Zone style.
You just basically summarized the experience of people deconverting from fundamentalist Christianity.
That’s like the time researchers were monitoring elephants after a member died.
Animals grieve over the lost connections just like we do.
How do you not break down and weep after having done such a thing?
Second worst nightmare unlocked. Imma go cry now.