The Bird Nest

The Bird Nest short poem

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How does a bird know how to build a nest?
Does it learn from its parents?
Does it watch other birds? No to either.
Instinct is what is said.
How do baby Sea Turtles know to head for the ocean after hatching? Were they taught? No once more. Instinct once again.
How does a baby kangaroo 2 cm long at birth and blind know how to crawl to its mothers pouch?
Instinct, instinct, instinct!
What is instinct? How can they know if they’ve never been taught?
Instinct is simply another word for programming.
Their DNA is like the software that tells computers and robots what tasks to do. Their DNA is coded for those actions.
The actions they preform is nothing more complicated than that!

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