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.)
Have you ever thought about the fact that birds might find US interesting? I don’t think they find us fascinating, but a few of them seem to give me a passing glance now and again.
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.)
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.
In the secret life of birds, depending on whether the bird is a pet bird or a wild bird, some things aren’t so secret.
If you have a pet bird, you’ve probably watched it groom itself. Think about it, have you ever considered that they might appreciate a shower curtain when it’s time for their ablutions? If we’re there, there’s no way for them to hide the process, they’re on full display, their every moment of grooming can be known to us. I’m not saying they crave privacy at that time, it’s just that we don’t know their secret thoughts, so why not assume that they don’t want us there at that time and buy them a cute bird shower curtain.
Wild birds can always settle in some tree or bush that has heavy foliage to take care of whatever maintenance is necessary. Any and every thing done is PRIVATE! A pet bird probably would consider that SUCH a luxury…but I don’t know for sure, because they keep that secret in their little bird brains.
Look at the bird in the picture above…look how clean it’s snowy white feathers are. These birds are hammered with every weather element that comes along and yet, almost always they are immaculate…unless it’s raining and then they just have to put up with being a mess.
I want to know what their secret is…how do they stay so clean? How do indoor pet birds stay so clean? We don’t provide the indoor birds with soap and unless there’s a bird convenience store somewhere in the woods that I don’t know about, the wild birds don’t have access to soap, either.
To put you all out of your misery, I will wrap my musings up…but if someone out there knows the answer to the following question, I sure would appreciate being let in on the secret…IS THERE SOAP IN THEIR SPIT?