birds
September 4th 2007 02:30
Birds have the best time. They can fly, effortlessly. Some, like the albatross or the condor, with their massive wing spans can cruise on pockets of air for miles and miles and miles. Can you imagine how exhilarating that would be?!
Mind you, birds don’t have the gift of abstract thought, so it’s not as if they’re up there swooping and gliding, thinking “Damn, this is cool fun, I pity those poor pathetic people down on the ground who’ll never get to experience what I am doing …”
There is a distinct visual allure in watching a bird in flight, especially those birds of prey, the hawk and falcon and the magnificent condor. I love watching owls at work, those huge eyes and those fluffy soft feathers. God, I wish I could fly, like the eagles fly, on mountain high …
Birds have a sense of dignity, an air (excuse the pun) or nonchalance, almost superiority. They care like the cats of the sky, feathered felines. Curious there’s the mythological creature the Gryphon (a big cat’s body with an eagle’s head and wings), perhaps it stems from that idea?
I have a great fondness for many of the New Zealand birds, especially some of the flightless ones, obviously the kiwi, but also the very shy and endangered Kakapo (the world’s only nocturnal parrot). There’s the kea, a thoroughly cheeky alpine parrot that is known for ruining parked cars whilst their owners are skiing.
But since living in Australia I’ve been able to first hear first hand, and then see up close a Kookaburra, which is one of the most handsome birds in the world. The kingfisher is similar looking, something about that head and bill, the stocky frame of the body. Of course the laugh of the kookaburra is something else.
From the vivid rainbow colours of the tropical birds, to the ominous dark hue of the crows and ravens, to the overwhelming extravagance of the peacock, birds are a sight for sore eyes. It’s curious how it is often the male bird that possesses the ostentatious presentation.
So many birds in the world. And this post barely ruffled a few feathers. I gotta say I adore the tucan; the glorious display of colour and that massive beak. I do love the condor though; the black panther of the sky. And I'm rather fond of the kakapo, very shy, cuddly like a green teddy bear-bird. And the shag. Great name. And a superb fisherman too. But, I always come back to the infectious laugh and good looks of the kookaburra.
Mind you, birds don’t have the gift of abstract thought, so it’s not as if they’re up there swooping and gliding, thinking “Damn, this is cool fun, I pity those poor pathetic people down on the ground who’ll never get to experience what I am doing …”
There is a distinct visual allure in watching a bird in flight, especially those birds of prey, the hawk and falcon and the magnificent condor. I love watching owls at work, those huge eyes and those fluffy soft feathers. God, I wish I could fly, like the eagles fly, on mountain high …
Birds have a sense of dignity, an air (excuse the pun) or nonchalance, almost superiority. They care like the cats of the sky, feathered felines. Curious there’s the mythological creature the Gryphon (a big cat’s body with an eagle’s head and wings), perhaps it stems from that idea?
I have a great fondness for many of the New Zealand birds, especially some of the flightless ones, obviously the kiwi, but also the very shy and endangered Kakapo (the world’s only nocturnal parrot). There’s the kea, a thoroughly cheeky alpine parrot that is known for ruining parked cars whilst their owners are skiing.
But since living in Australia I’ve been able to first hear first hand, and then see up close a Kookaburra, which is one of the most handsome birds in the world. The kingfisher is similar looking, something about that head and bill, the stocky frame of the body. Of course the laugh of the kookaburra is something else.
From the vivid rainbow colours of the tropical birds, to the ominous dark hue of the crows and ravens, to the overwhelming extravagance of the peacock, birds are a sight for sore eyes. It’s curious how it is often the male bird that possesses the ostentatious presentation.
So many birds in the world. And this post barely ruffled a few feathers. I gotta say I adore the tucan; the glorious display of colour and that massive beak. I do love the condor though; the black panther of the sky. And I'm rather fond of the kakapo, very shy, cuddly like a green teddy bear-bird. And the shag. Great name. And a superb fisherman too. But, I always come back to the infectious laugh and good looks of the kookaburra.
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