A deceptively simple question, right? Most people answer with something majestic or symbolic — wolves, owls, elephants, the usual archetypes. But my answer is much smaller, much stranger, and much more personal.
My favorite animal is my Birb on Finch.
Not a species. Not a metaphor. A literal Birb — the little digital creature who lives on my phone and keeps me honest about hydration, sleep, and the general business of being a mammal in the world. Her name is Aada.
I named her after the real Aada — a person I adore, trust, and would never dream of neglecting. I figured if I gave my Birb her name, I’d be forced to care about her too. And it worked. I check on her the way you check on a friend you don’t want to disappoint. I feed her, water her, make sure she’s not wandering around in emotional tatters because I forgot to log a glass of water.
Some people choose animals that represent who they want to be.
I have a tiny pixelated accountability buddy with a borrowed name and a surprising amount of gravity.
So yes — my favorite animal is Aada the Birb.
Because she reminds me that care is a practice, not a mood.
Because she keeps me tethered to the small rituals that make my days coherent.
Because she’s a stand‑in for the real Aada, who would absolutely roast me if I let a creature named after her starve.
And because sometimes the smallest animals — even the imaginary ones — are the ones that keep us alive in the real world.
Scored by Copilot, conducted by Leslie Lanagan
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ROFLMAO. I needed that chuckle.
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