I caught these mourning doves doing the dirty deed. Every day they are out there. I don't find doves to be all that bright. Rather I find haphazard nests on precarious perches with sad fallen eggs splattered nearby.
I've been watching a pair humming birds outside my picture window for some time. This photo wasn't taken with some fancy zoom. These birds were about four or so feet from where I sat in my big red chair. They are anna's hummingbirds with shiny red necks. They weren't fighting as territorial birds often do. I wondered if perhaps they were related.
I don't have photos of the verdin or quail as my sweet innocent Princess of a cat is very much pleased by their slaughter. That sucks really. It doesn't suck like this:
You can ask the 9 YO boy. Nothing sucks worse than changing the oil in Mom's car.*
In reverse: Mom. Suck. Bird. This brings me to Denveater's Google Search Laffy Time - a roundtable examining the myriad ways in which people arrive at a blog. Yes, someone arrived at my blog with the keyword search, "Mom suck my bird."
Rather than going to a particular post, they came to the main page based on the posts A Bird Pooped on my Head and Jesus Can Suck It. Incidentally, that bird poop post scored another interesting keyword search - "pooping into oblivion." My heart weighs heavily for that surfer and what s/he must be suffering.
What's fascinating about this particular searcher is his/her determination to find my blog. In conducting my own "mom suck my bird" Google keyword search, I waded through pages upon pages of results. Honestly, would you be disappointed if you were looking for "mom suck my bird" and found Mom-a-Tron instead?
* His attitude increased mightily after the car was jacked up and he got into the mechanics of things. I think the Mexican Coke did some to elevate the attitude.