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.
This is a tufted titmouse coming in for a landing. Look at that streamlined “Master of flight.”
This made me speculate on what would happen if I tried to propel myself off of a tree branch, keeping my arms pressed tightly against my body. In order to be a totally legit experiment, I would have to land on the ground with precision…it would be against the rules to use my hands in any way. Even if I started to fall, I wouldn’t be allowed to put my hands out to catch myself…birds can’t use their wings to break a fall.
Now I’m speculating on whether or not I’d break my nose when I fell flat on my face. I might get away with cuts and bruises, miracles happen every day.
Now I’m inclined to leave the gymnastics to the birds…I don’t have any bandages in the house and….I’m a coward.