By now, making demotivational posters for birds feels like migration — repetitive, exhausting, and strangely inevitable. We suspect no one’s keeping track, but then again, birds rarely abandon bad habits either.
They return to the same trees, sing the same songs, and somehow expect different results. That’s persistence, or maybe futility — hard to tell.
Either way, we salute it. So here’s Part VII, continuing our proud tradition of not quite giving up, yet not really trying, either.


















I felt pretty down after the previous posters which obviously hit the mark. Then came ACHIEVEMENT. Like a kick in the shins… Demotivation is OK, but downright existentialism? I need to see some birds to feel better or reread David’s post.