Shooting Birds

I woke up and went to take pictures of some birds at a pond. An hour and 1/2 well spent.

This blog is meant to be funny/comedic and share my pics.

Blue Heron eating a delectable lil fishy. It was impressive to watch him fly in, pluck the fish out of the water and gulp it all down in one bite.

It was mating season, which pretty much consisted of the male violently chasing down and honking at the females, them running away until she got tired enough to let him do his thing.

Lets just say if they we’re human, the woman bird would be pressing charges and squawking ABUSE! RAPE! Immediately filing charges with her bird lawyer, taking him to bird court, and taking his whole nest. Leaving the male bird wondering why he even tries and then getting the bird version of ED eventually leading to bird depression. He would hold his lil bird head under the water a touch too long and come up wondering what he was doing! Is he having a bird mid-life crisis? He would eventually migrate to a vacation spot in the Bahamas, looking to find his bird self. Sitting on the beach, drinking out of a coconut, he contemplates life. Although he is searching his bird soul, he cant seem to get that bird woman out of his mind.

Years later, while filing his bird taxes, he decides to send a carrier pidgin DM message to that bird woman, she left him on read. Later he’d find out through the bird grape vine that she settled down, laid some eggs, and a hunky taller bird, driving a bird Porsche, fertilized them. Ultimately better for the species as a whole, yet he can’t help but to imagine what it would have been like if it had been him. He never did find his little bird self and died tragically by in a head on collision with an airplane. Nobody came to his bird funeral, mostly because birds don’t have them.

ANYWAY. It was fascinating to see their mating interactions. Studying nature can be beautiful and sad.