Isn’t this an intense look? Male cardinals have an image problem…in my professional opinion.
I think a simple change by Mother Nature could solve the whole issue. I’d suggest that the less dark feathers to the side of the eye, (see arrow), add to the impression of a stern demeanor.
An easy fix would be to add some interesting eyelashes and replace the black feathers under the beak with red feathers.
I’m aware that this is a radical proposal…but I think many cardinals would like to soften their, “look”.
I love to explore Goodwill Stores. You never know what amazing treasures you might find.
On a recent visit I came upon, as advertised, a complete beekeeper outfit. Anyone out there who has an adventurous spirit and ninety dollars?
I know, I know, there’s all kinds of “wrong,” going on in this image.
In spite of the problems with this shot, I still like it…it feels like I’m getting a peak into the magic of bird flight. Look at that round tummy and the shadow of the feathers on it…magic.
I think this bluejay is a wannabe runway model. I was waiting for the big pivot that models do when they get to the end of their strut, but nope.
“This lovely number is the essence of versatility…by day, the blue and black of the top of the feathers will serve you well in any boardroom or staff meeting. When the work day ends, simply flip up your wings and you’re all sass and glamour with stunning white silkiness and black pin-striping.”
I came across this picture of Oliver when he first came to live with our son. So sweet looking, so adorable…so hyperactive. Most kittens have lots of energy, but Ollie was…Ollie.
We spent the night at our son’s on an inflatable mattress once. I don’t think we slept a wink, Oliver would launch himself onto us out of the dark and puncture us with his little claws. Normal kitten behavior…hanging from the beams in our son’s basement, taking mini-cucumbers and putting them in shoes. Dragging a pizza slice onto the bed and snacking on it. Ninja attacks on the sleeping roommate who lived in the basement.
He’s six years old now. For reasons unknown, possibly because little Max is no longer around for him to torture, he reverts to predator mode and goes for me. (I find it pretty interesting that I’m MUCHHHH larger than Max was and that still doesn’t deter him.) Two days ago he nipped the back of my leg as I walked by, he did the same thing to Max.
I may have to rent a lion costume and growl at him a lot. I’m also wondering how old a cat has to be before he loses his teeth.