Good morning! I wanted to share with you the birdie drama that unfolded yesterday!
The first bird to show up was this guy or gal.
Several things immediately define this bird as an imposter Charles Wallace. First, Charles is a far more mannerly, and brave bird. This bird was skiddish. Visually I knew immediately this isn't my bird.
Charles Wallace is a robust specimen. (Side note, I spelled out specimen like, 6 times and it looked wrong EVERY TIME so I had to look it up. Still looks wrong somehow. 馃憥)
And, look at those little patches of white on the top of his wings there, by the shoulder. Oh, Charles has them too, but not so cleanly defined like that. Who is this bird and where is Charles Wallace?! What have you done to gain his territory, little birdie?!
And then I'm stuck with a dilema. Do I feed this adorable creature in his stead? Will he find out? Will it be seen as a betrayal?
So... I fed the little #trashmonster. It was a cute thing, darting in and back, kind of like Charles Wallace before he decided to trust me. And then it happened. I didn't have my phone on hand, of course. 馃槖
The REAL Charles swooped overhead. I heard his anger. CaaaAAAAAW! Oh damn, it went down. Charles Wallace came bustling in and chased that little #trashmonster all the way to Minneapolis (maybe a touch exaggerated).
He came back and look at how he looked at me.
The cold judgemental stare of Charles Wallace. Pretty sure if I had a car, he'd be leaving me "presents" at that point. 馃槀馃槀馃槀
I love this sassy little dude SO MUCH! BAHAHA! So of course I bribed him with some eggs.
But the drama doesn't end there! Edgar made a visit!
We have a sort of, mutual understanding, these two birds and I. Ravens are meaner than Sea Gulls, and I'm pretty sure Edgar is a mama or papa with babies to feed.
So Edgar has chased Charles Wallace off many times. But humans are scarier than Ravens. So, being the intelligent species he or she is, Edgar has learned that Charles Wallace is under my protection.
Edgar is not brave enough to come close to me. So as long as the Raven keeps a respectful distance from me, and by default, Charles Wallace, Edgar can have food too.
It's a dance of intelligence in these birds and I love watching them sort things out.
Yeah, so, that was the drama in the Eggs of Our Lives yesterday. 馃槀馃槀馃槀
I hope you are all having wonderful days!
