Setting:
A small balcony in Leipzig, Germany. It’s early evening. Birds chirp in the background, and the smell of grilled bratwurst lingers in the air.
Lena: (jumping back from the edge of the balcony)
Max! Did you hear that?
Max: (turns from the grill, bratwurst tongs in hand)
What? You mean that bird?
Lena: Not just any bird. That was a blackbird. It just landed on the railing and looked straight at me. That’s a bad omen. Something awful is going to happen.
Max: (laughs)
Lena, come on. It probably just wanted some of your sauerkraut.
Lena: Don’t joke! My Oma always said blackbirds are messengers of misfortune. If they fly into your house or call near your door, it’s a sign—sometimes even of death.
Max: And your Oma also used to chase away hiccups by shouting at potatoes, remember?
Lena: That worked for me as a kid!
Max: Lena, listen. Blackbirds are everywhere in Germany. They’re part of the thrush family. Very common. If every time one landed near a human it meant death or disaster, this country would be cursed beyond repair.
Lena: But it’s not just about them being near. It’s when they look at you or call out in a certain way. They sense things we can’t.
Max: You mean like how pigeons can sense magnetic fields? Sure. But blackbirds aren’t some feathered psychics. They sing to defend territory or attract a mate. Maybe this one just found you… charming.
Lena: (smirks) Or maybe it sensed the bratwurst and is warning me not to eat so much.
Max: That would be the healthier message, honestly.
Lena: I don’t know, Max. It’s not just blackbirds. My cousin saw one tapping at her kitchen window the night before her dog died. Coincidence?
Max: Okay, but we humans are wired to find patterns. It’s called apophenia. Your cousin’s dog was old, right?
Lena: Yeah, 14 years. But still—
Max: See? So the blackbird becomes the “sign” after the fact. It’s like how people blame a full moon for weird behavior, but studies show emergency room visits don’t actually spike then.
Lena: So you’re saying none of this means anything? Just random nature?
Max: Not meaningless. Just misinterpreted. Think of it like this: if you flip a coin and it lands on heads five times, it doesn’t mean something magical is happening. It’s just chance.
Lena: But don’t you think there’s something comforting in believing there’s more to the world than randomness? That maybe the universe sends us signs?
Max: I get that. It gives a sense of control. But I find comfort in understanding how things work. Like… when I know why birds call near dusk—it’s not an omen, it’s them settling their boundaries before nightfall.
Lena: (sighs) I guess I could try to see it that way. But I still think it’s weird that blackbirds show up right before something bad happens.
Max: And I think it’s weird we’re arguing over birds instead of enjoying perfectly grilled bratwurst.
Lena: Fine. Truce. But if I trip tomorrow or get an unexpected bill, I’m blaming the bird.
Max: Deal. But if you win the lottery tomorrow, I’m telling everyone that blackbirds are symbols of great fortune.
Lena: You’ll rewrite folklore just for that, huh?
Max: Hey, science is flexible when food and humor are involved.
(They laugh and clink their beer bottles together as the blackbird flies off into the distance.)
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