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A common site on a Midwest farm. The birds (doves) gather atop the domes on silos. Since I am not a birdbrain - I am not sure of their reasoning - but nature would say for safety or warmth.
Happy Mono Monday!
Northern Mockingbirds live throughout the U.S. in both urban and rural environments. UF researchers recently discovered that these highly intelligent birds remember people who have threatened them in the past, and will attack if they see the same person again.
The Northern Mockingbird is one of the most iconic birds of the South. It is probably the bird that people see the most as they travel around in their everyday lives. It’s also the state bird of five states, one which is Florida.
It’s most famous of course because it’s a very vocal bird. They imitate the songs of at least 50 or 60 other species of Southern birds and they even mimic car horns and car alarms. But probably the reason why we see them most often is that they’re extremely aggressive. They attack almost anything they view as a threat including cats, including crows, hawks and even people. In fact, they really seem to take a particular dislike to some people; they attack them over and over again and seemingly ignore other people.
When we saw this we became curious about why it is they seem to really only dislike a certain number of us. So we decided to do an experiment when we were studying the Mockingbird nesting behavior. We divided up our students into two groups: one of whom would stand next to the nest and not touch it; and another group would stand next to the nest but actually touch the nest. We found that after a single trial the Mockingbird learned which humans were a threat and which ones weren’t, and they would start attacking the ones that touched the nest and they would ignore the ones that didn’t. They did this over and over again, and the more the students did this the stronger their reaction became, until eventually we found that they could even pick out the people who had touched the nest from a crowd of a hundred people. And they would ignore everyone else, go right for the person who had touched their nest, and it didn’t matter what clothes they were wearing, how they were wearing their hair, whether they were wearing a hat; they were obviously learning to recognize the face of these people.
We of course took this as one more line of evidence that birds are way, way more intelligent than we think. They have very small brains but those brains are really powerful, especially in things like this that really help them because these birds face a lot of predators. We think one of the reasons why they’re so common, they’re so successful, they do so well in urban environments, is they can learn very exactly who is a threat and who isn’t, even within predators. And in fact, this is one of the reasons why we think that being called a birdbrain is not an insult at all.
I found this one along Joe Overstreet Road in Osceola County, Florida.
Here's another image created for the Kreative People group’s “Treat This” challenge, in which a source image that is provided by a group member is used as a starter. This week, there are two cool starter images--a birdhouse and a street-art bird--provided by lensletter. They can be viewed via the links below, or in the first comment box.
www.flickr.com/photos/lensletter/17623576376
www.flickr.com/photos/lensletter/17027209834
This is also my Sliders Sunday entry this week.
HSS!
The continuing story of Bobby the blackbird. As previously mentioned our lovely friendly blackbird is looking after his offspring well and will come to tell us at the window, when they need more food.
We have now taken to feeding him either at the back door, or on the side garden, as Billy the less confidant one seems to have an aggressive streak and chases poor Bobby.
Here's Ken, with his head chopped off, feeding Bobby who's caught in flight, with a mouthful of sultanas.
I've no idea where the name birdbrain came from, as this little character is so bright.
He now not only comes to the kitchen window ledge to see if we are there, he's taken to fluttering at the patio door, landing on an ornamental umbrella, just watching me on the computer. He then follows me around to the side of the house to be fed.
I had a bit of a fright this morning, having said there were no Magpies about, two appeared, along with some larger black Crows or Rooks.
Bobby seemed a little hesitant and waited a while before flying off.
I'm growing even fonder of my little friend, if thats possible :)
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Entered in the Gérard / Pifou 2010 memorial HUMOR AND SMILES contest.
After a brief interlude about some trivia concerning wasting time, we are now back in full swing with our educational series on the attraction of peanuts to birds, all kinds of birds that is. Wait, that's not quite what this is about. We are documenting the communication among different bird species and how they observe and learn from each other. Here we are depicting the Red Breasted Nuthatch (herein after referred to simply as the Nuthatch) displaying his new found knowledge obtained from the Downy regarding the nutritional value of peanuts. It is interesting to note in this image that the Nuthatch (as does the Downy) has a technique that differs somewhat from those of the Blue Jays. Whereas Blue Jays simply pull out the whole peanut and then fly away with it and start to hammer the shell into oblivion, the Downy and the Nuthatch leave the peanut in place and peck a hole in the shell and simply retrieve the contents of the peanut. Different, yet highly effective. Not only have they learned from the Blue Jays, they have developed a technique of their own playing to their evolutionary strengths. Brilliant. Call someone a birdbrain again and all you are doing is paying them a compliment. Perhaps better call them a vegetable. And that of course brings us to Frank Zappa and Call any Vegetable.
Call any Vegetable - Frank Zappa
Warning: some swearing does occur towards the end of the song. Get your little ones out of the room.
Double exposure of late winter-blooming witch hazel outside the Climatron and tropical plants inside. This cardinal used an open ventilation window to take a winter vacation.
There's something distinctly odd about a walk that I do regularly. I leave my house, go south across seven fields, through a village, over a pelican crossing and into the fields. (Actually I made that last bit up about the crossing, but the rest is absolutely true.)
So I walk across the high ground above the village of East Farndon and pick up the Jurassic Way footpath, over a few stiles and down the hill on the other side where the beginnings of the Welland valley come into view, and come to a thin stretch of field, probably no more than fifty yards wide where I have to cross two stiles, and there on the first stile is this beautiful creature who paced back and forth on the other side, showing absolutely no fear of me and getting disturbingly closer with my every attempt to cross.
Bear in mind that these Emu's have very long legs and necks, so even though I'm six foot tall, their beaky faces are just about the same height as mine, and when those reptilian like eyes stare into mine as they make dinosaur like throaty noises, and to make matters worse, it's partner in crime is guarding my exit, the stile on the other side!
Sometimes I'm met there by horses who are also curious but a bit friendlier than these Emus.
So anyway, in the end I decided that I was not going to be intimidated any longer by these two and made my way over the stile into the field, and immediately it rushed towards me until I made my own loud primitive throat noises which encouraged it and it's accomplice to back off and let me pass through.
Then later I had the same again on the way home.
Several months ago I'd had another strange but wonderful interaction as I walked back at dusk, not far from the Emu field.
I'd noticed something white fluttering above the hedge some distance away and stopped in my tracks as I realised that it was an Owl and was amazed to see it fly closer until it was only two or three yards away hovering in front of me, with us both looking into each others' eyes. My camera was slung over my shoulder but there was absolutely no question of even attempting a shot. There's always something so deeply moving about coming face to face with wild creatures, and such moments are so uniquely sacred.
I also had the pleasure of coming face to face with a young Fox on this last walk which stopped and checked me out at a distance before going on our ways.
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I think we all have been there. In a stand up meeting with a bunch of Bird Brains. Great blue Herons. Central Bucks PA.
I didn't notice the bird "perched" on his head until I uploaded to my computer, was pleasantly surprised
... but instead of landing, the bird dropped the sea urchin. It fell onto the rocks but remained intact due to a thin layer of water cushioning the fall. The Pacific Gull then picked it up, flew a short distance, and dropped it once more, this time onto the protruding rocks. The shell shattered, and the next step was to land and eat the well-prepared meal.
... but not interested at this moment.
This greater roadrunner is certainly no birdbrain. Note how (s)he (could be either) is standing just a couple of steps in the shade, just outside the blazing sun that brought a 100°+ temperature to Arizona's Sonoran Desert.
Seen from the visitor center in Saguaro National Park's Rincon Mountain District.
Sometimes I am bowled over by a bird's abilitiy to find food in - to me at least - the most surprising places.
Here a carrion crow took off from a muddy bank beside a shallow lake; hovered for a second; dropped ankle deep into the water; and then surfaced pulling an enormous freshwater mussel from the mud.
'Egret' is not a typo of 'regret'.
(featuring random tanktop with the usual bad boy crap aka 'your favorite weekend warrior wear')
Location: A Rainy Night, Mousehole
Soundz: Buffalo Tom- Birdbrain
I'm walking out in a force ten gale.
birds thrown around, bullets for hail.
the roof is pulling off by its fingernails.
your voice is rapping on my window sill
yesterday's headlines blown by the wind.
yesterday's people end up scatterbrain.
then any fool can easy pick a hole. (I only wish I could fall in)
a moving target in a firing range.
somewhere I'm not
scatterbrain.
somewhere I'm not
scatterbrain.
lightning fuse
powercut.
scatterbrain
*FFWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*
....okay, jet afterburners don't atomize people. Not this one. There should be a crispy edgelord in that giant scortchmark. Wait, his ax was right there, where is---
*SSHHKTKTKK*
Found it.....
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They sure have some odd looking birds down by the coast. I captured this one just as it spotted me and was about to fly away. I think it may be a Black-capped Cuckoo.
Sorry folks, I guess I just have to lapse into silliness once in a while. :-)
Done for Our Daily Challenge: Wings; and for Sliders Sunday
HSS, everyone!
I believe this guy is a senior at the University Of Rochester. This is the fourth year he has been on campus.
*K-BANG*
CI: "G-get away from him!"
"Grraaghh!!"
*K-BANG*
CI: ".....oh god.....A-Adam! Adam!! Stay with me, help's coming! Adam! Adam!!!....."
"Dunno where I'd be without you, Billy."
BR: "Mildly inconvenienced. Not like you can't find another guy to paint your stuff."
"Everyone else isn't satisfied with a 20-pound bag of coffee beans."
BR: "Fair enough. Gotta ask, though. Why did you want your....what did I just paint?"
"The heavy lift VTOL."
BR: "Yeah, that. Why did you want it flesh colored?"
"Flesh? That's just yellow."
BR: "...nah, this is flesh."
"Looks like yellow to me."
BR: "Pretty sure it's flesh, man."
"You fucking with me?...."
BR: "Seriously, look. It's fle---"
CI: "Guys?...."
"What's going on--how did you find that?"
CI: "I was gonna ask you the same thing."
"Give it! Thing's sharp as shit..."
CI: "Seriously, where'd you get it?"
"Literally in a dumpster out back. Get this, though. It was literally embedded in the bottom of the dumpster. The big, metal dumpster. Was right in it."
BR: "Getting some serious Deja Vu looking at it."
CI: "Yeah, think I've seen it before, too...."
"Whatever it's from, whoever it's from, probably did some serious shit with it. Looks cool, though!"
CI: "What's with the holes?"
"Does more damage."
BR: "For real?"
"Hold still, Billy. I'll show you."
BR: "Fuck off."
"........."
“Some people call me a birdbrain. What a great compliment!”
This Blythe doll is Suri Sustainable posing for “Birds” in Blythe a Day on Flickr. The background is the poster that came with a jigsaw puzzle that I got for Christmas (I haven’t made the puzzle yet, but the poster was great for this picture). The painting she is working on was done by my daughter.