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.”
This adorable bird is a rosefinch. This is a male, and apparently they molt and then the new feathers come in, dull at first and then they get redder with “wear”. I wonder exactly what that means? I’m guessing that means “use”, lots of wing flapping and flying.
We humans should be like that. The older we got, the more shiny and pretty we’d get. We experience “use”, lots of use, but I haven’t noticed myself getting brighter. Bummer.
Every so often, Oliver insists on being featured on the blog. He’s a jealous cat and he demands attention. When our little dog Max was still with us, Ollie DID NOT LIKE HIM.
Poor little dog, the cat would sneak up on him and nip him on the back of the leg. Such a beast.
So….in order to not get nipped in the back of the leg, I present an update on Oliver.
There…hopefully this will satisfy him for a time.
I’m missing the birds and their antics outside of my window into the woods….so I’m pulling some images out of the archives. I think I had up to nine bluejays feeding on this winter day. Such characters.