I have a kiwi in my head. His name is Peewee, the highly epic miniature Demon Kiwi. Half a foot tall, half a pound, brownish red, red eyed, with a penchant for interesting outfits and randomness on a level above epic. He's always there, even when you can't see him. *Peewee jumps onto my shoulder, wagging his tail feathers* And stacking fruit on his head seems like something he'd do. *Peewee nods, still wagging his tail feathers*
When I went to New Zealand, we of course went to a zoo to see a kiwi bird.
After a little bit, we thought one of the birds was choking and having a fit slowly dying, so somebody went and got a zookeeper, he went in, and then saw which bird it was and said, "Oh, it's just attention seeking, it likes it for some reason"
That bird was doing backflips, just because it could.. OO