Wilbert is the Flock clown. Only better because everyone likes Wilbert; nobody likes clowns.
When everyone is huddled under leaves in a rainstorm, Wilbert is puddle stomping. On scorching summer days, he drags his body towards the bird bath squawking “Water, water”.
After the cat walks past, Wilbert presses one wing to his heart, wipes imaginary sweat from his brow with the other, dramatically declaring “We could have died!”
His slapstick routines involve falling into the eavestrough and riding the very unimpressed skunk around the yard. Wilbert’s impersonation of the wild turkey gobbler is hysterical. Made more so given he does it standing right behind the big bird.
When it counts, Wilbert’s comedic timing is impeccable. He stands perfectly still and silent in times of seriousness. Then, with uncanny sense, he knows the exact moment to slowly cross his eyes.
Everyone chuckles and spirits are refreshed.