You see them everywhere, you hear them, and you see what they’ve left on your cars. Birds are just another part of life. Most hang out in trees, power lines, roof tops, or walk around outdoor eating areas hoping to grab some food scraps thrown to the ground by us humans. The ones that hang out at the high school I work at are so accustomed to the staff and students, they walk around the hallways, until some snot nosed kid chases them out…
Along with the wild ones that fly free, you have all sorts of “domesticated” types, that people have as pets. Back in the 70’s, my parents brought home a few as pets. My mom once had a white Cockatiel, that used to whistle all day long. One April Fools Day, I decided to take one of my mom’s “Jelly Belly” jellybean and placed it in the cage and convinced her that the dang bird had laid an egg, talk about immaculate conception… A few months later the joke was on me as the bird actually did lay an egg. It turned out to be empty inside and eventually cracked during the 1979 New Years Day earthquake.
During the late 80’s we had a Double Yellow Nape parrot, named Chico. We talk him words to speak, songs to sing, eventually he had a vocabulary over 200 words. During the day he would yell out for my dad, calling his name. Whenever he would slip and fall off his perch, he would pick himself up, and yell, “Aw Shit!”
We had to give him back to the dealer we bought him from years later when he entered “bird puberty” and began biting us more frequently and my niece had grown tall enough to put her fingers in the cage.
A few years ago, my aunt gave my parents a bird bath to put in the backyard, after my mom admired the one she had in hers. Instead of filling it with water, we filled it with bird seed, which brought out a range of birds and squirrels to nibble. So, as the photographer that I am, I grabbed my camera and staked out a spot in front of the glass door and went to work:
Here’s an old story that all birds should be able to read:
Once upon a time, there was a non-conforming sparrow who decided not to fly south for the winter. However, soon the weather turned so cold, that he reluctantly started on his way south. In a short time, ice began to form on his wings, and he fell to the ground, in a barnyard, almost frozen.
A cow passed by, and crapped on the little sparrow. The sparrow thought this was the end, but the manure surprisingly warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and happy, able to breathe, he started to sing. Just then, a large cat came by and hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds.
The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird, and promptly ate him.
THE MORALS OF THIS STORY
1. Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
2. Everyone who gets you out of the shit is not necessarily your
3. And…If you are warm and happy sitting in a pile of shit,
KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!!!
so, How You Doin???