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 know that this little bluebird was asking it’s mama for food, but this reminds me of my kids when they were young. “Mom, mom,mom, look at this! Mom, mom, mom, the dog caught a mouse. Mom, mom, mom, can I keep the mouse?”
I’m not sure what was below this bluebird, but in the event that this was a ninja bluebird…I’m glad it wasn’t me.
Just look at those poised claws, the arched back, the look of fury on it’s face…okay, maybe not fury, but it’s not smiling.
Aside from the ninja attitude, what gets me the most is that it appears to have longer fingernails than I do.
Behold…the eastern bluebird.
Bluebirds apparently are hunters…birds of prey. As far as I can see, they are only intimidating to very small things. They hunt for insects, spiders, little bits of fruit and other creatures from whatever perch seems promising, they watch the ground, and then swoop down, pouncing on their prey.
I have seen this pouncing. At the time that I first observed this, I didn’t know what they were doing, but after long minutes of observation, I believed and still do, that they are actually addicted to eating dirt.