An injured bird was brought into the office a couple of days ago. It was calm and didn’t put up a struggle when we handled it or moved it from someone’s finger to another person’s hand. To my limited knowledge on fowls, it could be a dazed adult or a trusting young one. While holding it, I half expect it fly at my face and peck out my eyes, Hitchcock style. But it did nothing sinister except stare me down with its black eyes and extend its neck like a crane whenever it was moved up and down. I think the white lines above its eyes were supposed to make it look dangerous. It’s funny how the most delicate things in nature look the most defensive.
There are many things I could write about, but words escape me. Below are pictures depicting my emotional state (somewhat), although rather ambiguously.
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oooh, btw your THINK brain caused quite a stir during the run. i brought it to the studio and the cast thought it quite a hoot. so much so it landed unceremoniously in the drain.
lovely bird shot!!
thanks so much for inviting!
thanks, maditi! nice to see you drop by :)
i hope the poor dear was healed :( i once picked up a sparrow that was hit by a windshield and i was saddened.
-jk