The time-limiting nature of single-panel features aside, those birds never speak. Does Ziggy even see the orange bird, or is the parrot itself mad? There's an odd chain of madness going on here. I think Ziggy's house is more like Stephen King's apartment 1408, driving lesser beings to hallucinations, encroaching madness and eventual suicide. Ziggy, of course, is right at home.
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