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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

My world has gone to the birds

This morning as I was waiting for Bailey to do her business, I noticed there was a flock of birds flying north the entire time I was standing outside. This was about 10 minutes, or longer. I might have nodded off. I'm not much of a morning person so I'm not very alert after climbing out of bed. Anyway...

I tried to get a picture of them flying overhead, but oddly enough my cell phone doesn't take good pictures of birds in flight. What is wrong with technology nowadays? But I did manage to get this picture of a shit ton of them in the tree behind my house... if you can see them.
The funny thing is that it's been in the 70's during the day for several days now, but these birds waited until the coldest morning we've had to fly north? Did they just get the memo that it's getting warmer or what? I just found it very strange that they picked this morning. Obviously their mail service uses snail mail and not air mail. Yes, I had to go there.

This reminded me of a story I've been meaning to tell you all. Have you ever watched a baby woodpecker try to learn how to peck? My mother and I had this humorous view once when I was visiting. She noticed a baby woodpecker on the wooden post they have planted in the back yard that holds the bug light. It was a beautiful bird that looked something like this.
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Momma bird was nowhere in sight, so we assumed he had decided he was ready to branch out into the world. Unfortunately, I think he had a bit of brain damage from the way he was pecking this piece of wood. Ya know how normally it's a steady sounding "peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck" when a woodpecker is at work? Well, this was more of a "peck, peck, bang!"  After every two pecks, he would slam his head into the post. "Peck, peck, bang! Peck, peck, bang!" It was really pitiful. I don't think he was the brightest student in his class, but I imagine after the 30 minutes we watched him trying to get it right, he probably felt a bit like this. 
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It was a bit like watching a drunk trying to do something that requires precision and not being able to figure out why he can't do it right, yet going back for more even though it was painful because he forgot what happened just seconds before. 

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