Bird Bobbing

I’m unsure why, but this makes me think of the “bobbing for apples” we used to do as children.

I never could figure out the reason we did it.

We looked even sillier than these swan look. 


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Kookaburra Laugh

The kookaburra is an eastern Australian bird of the kingfisher family whose call sounds like fiendish laughter.

There’s even a fun song about that laugh. 

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree 

Merry, merry king of the bush is he.

Laugh, Kookaburra, laugh Kookaburra!

How gay your life must be. 

Ha, ha, ha, ha.


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Ugly Duckling

Danish author, Hans Christian Anderson told the story of a homely little bird born in a barnyard.

The bird suffered abuse from the others until, much to his delight (and their surprise),

he matured into a beautiful swan.

Why do we persist in judging people by their appearance instead of by how they behave? 


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Disguise in the Open

One of the things I enjoy about animal photography is seeing how animals disguise themselves.

Tawny Frogmouths roost in the open.

They disguise themselves by holding still, compacting their plumage, and closing their eye slits so they look like a broken branch. 


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Cozy Refuge

Wouldn’t you like to be able to make a cozy refuge for yourself like this one?

It’s loosely woven which allows you to see what is going on around you.

At the same time, it’s difficult for others to see you. 


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Reverse Identity Crisis

My camera sees it, but my knowledge base cannot identify it.

Is it a condor, vulture, or something else?

I’m having a reverse identity crisis.

That’s when you know who you are, but are baffled by someone else’s identity. 


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Sandhill Crane

In some U.S. states, it’s unusual to see a crane.

It was nice to get photographic proof that I did see a Sandhill Crane in Missouri.

It was about 4-feet tall.

The internet told me it weighs about 10 pounds and has a wingspan of nearly 7-feet. 


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Even though people call me a weaver, I think of myself as a skilled architect. I build large, grassy nests that contain several rooms. I line the exterior of my nest and the area around the entrance with thorny twigs. This discourages predators.