Birds

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Here’s a great blue heron stealing my boat.

nice! look at those feet

wise to fish

he's got the right idea

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there has been a crow that does bomber trips around my vicinity the last week or so

all the sudden i see all the (annoying) black birds that poop everywhere scurry out of their spots and make their panic calls

and then eventually the crow, which is like 3 times larger and looks like a dinosaur at times, swoops in

gangster

looks so sinister

i applaud his presence

although poop season has somewhat subsided

as the baby birds are grown and leaving the nest

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there was a fledgling robin sitting in one of my rose bushes, and then later on my back deck

such an interesting phase

very short tail feathers, can't fly yet

but can hop

and moves slowly like a toddler

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

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birds thread should never be a contest

we are one with nature

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western tanagers hitting our birdfeeder hard lately. Very pretty.

these look cool

[spike]

Wow spike playing hard to win the avian pissing content tonight.

Me and numbers look like a couple of bitches

I really underestimated the awesome birdlife that can come with lake living. Helps there’s a big marsh that no one can fuck around with off the southeastern part of our lake; bunch of wildlife calls that home.

The bald eagles rarely fly close enough to our end of the lake to get a good pic, but herons all the time.

[spike]

birds thread should never be a contest

we are one with nature

bird is the word

[elliseamos]

Eiders along the shore really trip me out each morning.

The contrast of their black and white against morning rays of a dawning day... I can't even...

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

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that's a beautiful bird

[spike]

that's a beautiful bird

[elliseamos]

In other news, 7 Blue Jays enforced some property right ordinance and lined themselves along my garage's gutter.

Really intimidating.

The Cardinals peaced out promptly.

[Higgs]

Here is a song about birds. Specifically the bin chook.



Note: NSFW (language)

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In other news, 7 Blue Jays enforced some property right ordinance and lined themselves along my garage's gutter.

Really intimidating.

The Cardinals peaced out promptly.

blue jays are big bois and don't fuck around

and yes they do always seem to travel in groups

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was at the beach this morning and saw an osprey fly overhead with a ~12 inch fluke in its claws

always fun to see those birds when they are carrying back a live fish like a hundred feet overhead

fish still squiggling around

fresh breakfast

[elliseamos]

That is cool.

I got a Snowy Egret fly-over whilst sipping coffee this morning.

I was strolling the manner grounds.

Taking a moment for me.

SE just floated right by maybe 30 ft. away (directly overhead).

[spike]

Quick walk!

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sipping morning coffee and a flurry of aerial activity and something slams into one of my bushes

red tail hawk strike on the pigeon nest

walk over to the bush there is a pigeon hiding in there

flies out frantically and into the side of a house

like an old frazzled lady

hawk was huge

[elliseamos]

Let's name the pigeon.

I suggest Miss Penny Umberton-Lange.