Isn’t this male bluebird pretty?
The beautiful wings are like a cape and everything says, “elegant.”
Then we have the mourning dove, clumsy on the branch ,built like a tank, it’s wings are beautiful in flight. When I see it next to a bluebird, I wonder how it even gets off the ground, but the answer stares me right in the face. Look at those massive wings!
I’m not sure if these two were fighting over the peanut or just having a good time…Actually, I think Blue Jay number one…the one with the peanut, is horrified by the fact that Blue Jay number 2 is zooming in to take possession of the peanut. If it were ME, I would go into a flumpty-lumpty sky diving maneuver and evade the clutches of the peanut thief. But that’s just me.
I’m looking at this image and wondering what Blue Jay number 1 said to Blue Jay number 2 to make him give up the chase. It must have been something really threatening, or pitiful, or rude. It could have been, “I’m telling your Mother on you.” It could have been, “I put my spit all over this peanut…do you still want it?” It could have been, “I’m taking this peanut home to my pregnant bird wife. She’s having terrible peanut butter cravings…do you really want to mess with a husband who better have a peanut with him when he gets home?”
Or it could have been, “Eating peanuts will make you pregnant.”
Sigh….we’ll never know….