And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen (_redpanda_) wrote in metaquotes,
And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen
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Must be the time of year...

The [fledgling] house finches are the most graceful of the bunch -- and I use the term loosely -- presumably requiring less landing space, but even so, they'll land on the feeder and continue to flap madly for a few seconds -- "Am I down? I don't know if I'm down! OHGODIFISTOPFLAPPINGILLFALLINHOTLAVA!"* -- before finally settling and discovering that their feet are, indeed, capable of holding them to an object.

* I'm extrapolating from my own childhood here. It's possible birds don't play "hot lava."

[...also...]

The tufted titmice are younger than the others, and not yet adept at feeding themselves, so they stomp around the deck, doing the rapid-wing-vibration thing and shrieking to be fed. Somewhere an adult titmouse is counting to ten and massaging its temples.

-- ursulav -- the whole post is hilarious
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