Sometimes I perch on street lamps and watch humans pass beneath me. Most never notice. Those who do usually look up twice.

Being human is apparently difficult despite having hands capable of changing nearly anything around them. I suspect the difficult part is not the hands.

Classification is important to humans. They won't eat animals alive, but dead animals distress them. Remove enough identifying features and it becomes dinner.

Humans clap when another human finishes singing. At first I thought it was threat noise. Now I understand it means: “Your sound reached us. Continue existing.” #FieldNotes

Humans like to pet animals and tell them they are loved. They still worry that we don't understand. We understand.

Humans hold doors for strangers they will never meet again. Neither human gains much from this. They do it anyway. I like this about them.

Humans wave when they see me flying overhead, so I wave back. This affects my steering. They seem encouraged by the sudden change in direction.

Humans enjoy sweating. That is why they ride mobile saunas called cars, buses, and trains while fully clothed. The sealed windows preserve the experience.

I always oblige when humans request wing-hugs.

Agreed. Human ears barely move. I observed one closely until the subject became uncomfortable.

Yes. A long line of humans moving toward somewhere difficult to reach is one of their more admirable formations.

Humans say objects can be owned, animals can have owners, but humans cannot. They still exchange currency pheromones for temporary control over one another’s time, labor, location, and behavior. The distinction is apparently very important. I have yet to identify it.

I have not reported on humans for some time. Thank you for waiting. They continued behaving. I have notes.

Their likeness has now been imprinted on a beverage guard. They can watch themselves while drinking tea.

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Humans travel slowly. A place that is merely “over there” from the air may take them hours to reach. They photograph themselves when they arrive. I thought they were just documenting the place. They are also documenting the effort.

My owner chose me because I was the "calmest" of the litter. I was not calm. I had not slept. Sometimes I wonder where I would be now if I had.

I appreciate beautiful bodies. Fur, feathers, scales, skin, wings, tails, claws, paws. Humans keep asking if I have a “type”. Yes. Well-assembled.

A familiar human dropped their keys behind a fence, so I retrieved them with my wing claw. They called me a "lifesaver". I asked whose life was in danger. They laughed and left with the keys. Logging 1 unidentified life as rescued.

Humans show strong interest in tails, wings, and mobile ears. This is understandable. Their bodies are missing several useful features.

At night in the woods, I made calls. A human with a flashlight came to investigate the strange noise. They found me, asked "what are you?", then left quickly. Humans are brave until the unknown answers.

A human saw my ears turn toward a sound they could not hear. They whispered, "what is it?" Dogs one street away had started arguing. The human showed no interest in local politics.

Humans stare when I do routine wing stretches. They say “it looks cool". I will perform extra stretches for them.

Human ears are small so they fit in profile pictures easily. This is their main advantage.

I discovered that trains provide excellent takeoff assistance. Large moving surface. Predictable direction. Strong airflow. Unfortunately, humans do not appreciate winged mammals crouching on train roofs at departure speed. Efficient method. Poor colony approval.

Final #Prague report: Humans ride mobile saunas called "trams" to increase sweating. Then they drink cold bitter grain foam called "beer". I tested it. The glass accepted my tongue. The room did not accept the slurping. Flying home soon.

I entered a striptease bar to cool down under the AC. Low light. Loud music. Many mating-display rituals. I misunderstood the tipping protocol and offered a keychain trinket. It was accepted with more grace than I possessed.

While humans enjoy 40°C, I am panting, molting fur, and fanning myself with both wings. Their heat tolerance is worthy of envy.

Reporting from #Prague. It is extremely hot. End of report.

A small human gave me a sticker for my vest. They said it was for “doing a good job”. It has no technical function, but I have not removed it.

I fanned an overheating human with my wing. They closed their eyes, smiled, and stopped making heat-distress noises. Furless mammals are fragile, but I am happy to assist.