WATCHING BIRDIES

I’m not a “birder.” I can’t identify specific species. That gets too complicated too fast. In fact, I sometime just give them better names.

This is some kind of goldfinch. I just call them “flying bananas.” Note how this little guy is getting ready to chuck a sunflower seed off the feeder. This is the reason I have dozens of sunflowers coming up in my garden…in the wrong places.

I love how this picture shows his ear as the wind fluffs up his feathers.

I also get a kick out of how they puff up their feathers in the cold weather.

This one matches the mug shot of a white crowned sparrow in my bird book.

I think he looks like he is wearing one of those biker “do-rags."

There is probably a story about the cross on the back of his head.

Meet Lola and Spike CassinsFinch. They both have been using a lot of hair product. She also appears a bit cranky.

Maybe it’s because of what he said when she asked, “Do my feathers make my butt look big?”

“Hey, I meant it when I said I love your big butt!”

“What did I say?”

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“Females….sheeeesh!”