This is a tufted titmouse, one of my favorite birds. They have the sweetest song and seem less aggressive toward each other than some other winged wonders. I like this image, but I LOVE the cropped version of it…every little feather shows.
Unfortunately, the right side of it’s face has a shadow sitting on it, but I can’t resist those cute little eyelashes and the feathers on it’s head!
I’m supposed to be working on my book, and I am, but I have attention issues.
I should be typing on my mac, but I’m writing on a legal pad with a pencil.
This chair’s not comfy enough, I should be sitting at a desk.
I should have a snack, why don’t I have a snack?
Well now I’m writing on my mac, but I’m sharing on my blog.
I’m wearing glasses, but I should be wearing my other pair of glasses.
Where did the birds go? They were here a minute ago.
You see the problem.
Maybe I’m reading too much into the looks on my feathered friends faces, but this bird looks a little startled. The cardinal from the previous post looked taken by surprise and I’m beginning to wonder if they don’t approve of my hairstyle…or lack thereof.
I’m going to start keeping a journal of their facial expressions and act accordingly if I find high levels of anxiety exhibited. By acting accordingly I mean, I may have to start wearing a bag over my head. I can’t bear the thought of scaring one of them to death.
There once was a bird garbed in red,
from the tip of his tail to his head.
I should mention the fact, that his facial feathers were black,
And I’ve decided I’m calling him Fred.
Brought to you by your friend Zannyro…provider of quality nonsense since the dinosaurs roamed the earth.
I don’t know what was in the birdseed that this dove ate, but I suspect it was caffeine.
After mystifying his audience with an abundance of jumping the dove took off at warp speed, leaving a mini-snowstorm in his wake.
Today has been a peaceful day in Mourning dove land.
There’s been lots of cooing and snuggling, and that was just between the cat and the kitty treat box.