Two birds.

DSC_4510 Two birds

By my count, there are two birds in this image.

As Doctor Seuss would say’ish …

Not one, not three,

(Not fish they be.)

Not seven, eight,

(Not a dinner plate.)

Not four, not ten,

(Not rooster or hen.)

Not five, not six,

(Not fuzzy chicks.)

They’re just two birds, not more, not less,

(This post has just become a mess.)

The End.

 

 

 

Ewwww.

i mean business (39 of 1)

I only caught part of this bird conversation, but I heard enough to know all I needed to know.

The bluejay merely asked the woodpecker not to plop it’s entire body down on the food, to consider that others would be eating from that spot after it left.

I hate to tell you this, but there are some birds that can be a little selfish. It takes a strong bird to confront one of these types and to endure the self-righteous scolding that these greedy ones feel entitled to give.

I will attempt to be as brave as the bluejay and ask you all not to prostrate yourself on food that is meant to serve more than one person. Feel free to follow my lead and instruct your friends and family on proper etiquette.( This advice holds true whether in a home setting or restaurant setting.)

Look Mom! No Wings!

Diving In WM

IS THIS BIRD CUTE OR WHAT!?

This is a tufted titmouse coming in for a landing. Look at that streamlined “Master of flight.”

This made me speculate on what would happen if I tried to propel myself off of a tree branch, keeping my arms pressed tightly against my body. In order to be a totally legit experiment, I would have to land on the ground with precision…it would be against the rules to use my hands in any way. Even if I started to fall, I wouldn’t be allowed to put my hands out to catch myself…birds can’t use their wings to break a fall.

Now I’m speculating on whether or not I’d break my nose when I fell flat on my face. I might get away with cuts and bruises, miracles happen every day.

Now I’m inclined to leave the gymnastics to the birds…I don’t have any bandages in the house and….I’m a coward.