Next, bulletproof.

I spent all morning trying to teach Kim’s bird, Stanley, how to be a superhero.  I figured since he can already fly half the work is done.  So far the only other superpower he seems to have is to go nuts when ever we hold a picture of him up to his cage.  I am trying to determine if this is because he recognizes himself and is concerned about the moral repercussions of cloning, or if he is worried we are going to paint a red S on his chest and that will mess up how his feathers sit or he probably just thinks it is another bird that wants to eat his seeds.