Birds get a bad rap. "You eat like a bird," is never complimentary, and calling someone a "birdbrain" is just downright mean. Then there's the whole dirty bird thing, so named, undoubtedly, for the feathered ones' predisposition toward mites and lice. Yet despite this nest of negativity, I've always liked them (the birds, that is, not the lice). They're graceful and colorful and charming and exotic. Which I say quite a bit and now seem to be regurgitating like a just-eaten worm. So let's just leave it that I like birds as well as what this talented flock of Etsians has done with them.