…Hearing the desperate call of a tiny creature in the water, we see a small reddish bird swimming frantically towards the boat. As we approach, the little head and open squeaking beak, pink body and wings become visible just under the water surface. This is a member of the enormous flock of bee-eaters we’ve come to visit, and it’s exhausted and close to drowning!
The boatman pulls the boat closer and our friend Martin quickly and instinctively offers his open hand to the little creature, which clambers gratefully aboard. This is Martin’s first view of a carmine and he spends the next two hours watching protectively over his tiny charge while it dries out. Its feathers are completely saturated and all it can do is lie there with its eyes closed in the friendly stranger’s hand. …
don’t make that text post
So as soon as my bird saw I was eating cereal, he flew over and perched on my bowl.
And he dips his face in my cereal, takes a single bite out of each corn pop, and then drops it back in the bowl.
Why are my animals so obnoxious.
Bird, I am just trying to eat breakfast okay.
Go eat your own breakfast.
Hey, did you want more stupid pictures of me and my bird?
Well you’re getting them anyways.
I’m back home this weekend and Sid is pleased.
Man, do all bird owners eventually end up trying to nom their birds? Or at least stick their heads inside their mouths? That’s what they’re forrrrr