Would You Rather Be A Fish?

I have to admit, I complain a lot. Maybe not out loud, but definitely in my head (mind). Well, sometimes out loud. But generally speaking, the one who hears me is a little feathered friend of mine. And he really doesn't care too much, as long as he gets his food and water. And, of course, unlimited headrubs.
In fact, he might actually complain more than me. Mainly (primarily) because I have spoiled him rotten. If I am too slow about getting him out of his cage in the morning, he starts yelling. Even if I am not that slow, he begins yelling, just on principle. If I leave the room without taking him with me, yep, you got it, he starts yelling. But, I can't blame him. It's not the easiest thing to be a small colorful bird. He has to depend on me for just about everything. Having been a domestic bird all his life, he wouldn't survive in the outside world for very long at all. With all his beautiful color, a predator, like a hawk, would have him for lunch in not time at all. Now, I know a predator could get me, too. Maybe one of those seemingly invisible cougars that are wandering around Connecticut. Or, possibly one of the migrating polar bears that have been forced from their homes up north. And I'm not forgetting that dangerous rogue elephant, hiding somewhere around here. But, more than likely, the one that gets me would probably be one of those big buses that lie in wait for some poor human to walk by, and then, BOOM! I'll be history.
Anyway, as horrible as humans can be, for and to the world, we -and by we, I mean I- should be greatly thankful for the life we have. Even more than that, we should be kind and considerate to all those less fortunate than ourselves. And that includes animals. (Although I won't tell you to be considerate of republicans. They're on their own. I have nothing good to say about them).
So, you don't have to be a fisherman, or fisherwoman, but would you really want to be a fish?