Birders
Well she is a birder and I hang around her.
We have over 50 Ring-Necked Ducks on the pond in our community! We are in Tyler, TX within the city limits. We have seen ducks over the years, but never in this number and never for so long!
We are enjoying it!
A Poor video of the ducks;
Birders is cool. I must admit I was hoping to see "aliens" when I clicked the thread link but "birders" is cool too. I keep hoping E.T.s will come out of the closet and admit they are among us and for a couple seconds I got my hopes up. Birders is ok too...just not what I was hoping for.
Aliens, that really would have been awesome.
Interesting - The title also made me think that there was going to be a "reveal," where the alien peels off the human mask to show the earthlings the true face of their extraterrestrial overlords.
I like birders better than invaders anyway.
You know............ Y'all are livin in a fantasy world.
Aliens used to come to earth, buy they decided to go somewhere else to look for intelligent life.
Well, as long as they bring advances in flashlight technology I, for one, will welcome our new alien overlords.
Yeah, I was thinking you were going to say 'cyborgs' or something...
talk about prime for modding....
I like birds, I’ve been wanting this sun conure at the local pet store for some time now. Pricey though…
BTW, et had the best ecd
If you're a fan of warm tints, I guess his is ok. :)
I met a friend in college through his conure. It was the friendliest, most approachable bird I have ever encountered.
- I was walking down fraternity row in the afternoon sun, sweating and squinting courtesy of one Mr. James Beam. Returning to the site of the previous night's party seemed like the best place to start looking for the collared shirt in which the night had begun - the 'new' Rush t-shirt I had mysteriously acquired was a full size too small. At least.
Trying to discern which frat house had hosted the party should have been fairly straightforward, as they had trucked in several large loads of sand for the indoor beach party conversion. I say should have, for the throbbing in my temples and searing pain behind my eyes only served to distract me from the waves of nausea starting to rise like a bile-filled tide.
Somewhere between the promises to God "neveragainneveragain" and the cursing of the devil that is Brown Liquor, a beautiful Co-Ed appeared. Screaming and running directly towards me.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh !!! Help me, help me, helpmehelpmehelpme ! Eeeeeeeek !"
Her long, curly blonde tresses were shaking. Frightened of some invisible pursuer, she looked around, visibly panicked while I attempted to reassure her. This tiny terrified girl all but disappeared into my six-foot-five frame's comfort hug, while I mustered all my will in the attempt to not retch on her head.
Suddenly she started shrieking even louder, pushing away from me and grabbing at her hair like it was on fire. Then I saw it: there was a tiny parrot-like bird IN HER HAIR !!!
I tried to stop her from crushing the poor thing or running off, when I lost the battle with my stomach. I managed to divert the main purge of 40-proof barf from landing squarely on her, but the sheer volume of vomit coupled with my grip on her wrist guaranteed some splatter.
While I was finishing up emptying the remaining contents of my stomach, and what felt like a few of my organs, the pretty girl with the blonde hair wrested her arm from my grip and continued her shrieking run down the street. "Damn," I thought in-between heaves, "I didn't get her number." Still drunk? Probably.
Finally standing upright, I felt something tugging at my new shirt. The wee bird had jumped from the loud girl to my shoulder and had stayed there while I heaved away, over and over. Friendly bird - the thing wasn't trying to hurt the lass, only land on her shoulder !
Less than a minute later, a big South African guy came lumbering down the street, yelling "Bird ! Bird ! BIRD !" Apparently his name was Bird
He thanked me for saving his escaped conure, and we became friends. He even gave me a shirt to replace the too-small (and now vomit-covered) Rush 2112 t-shirt. I never made it back to the frat house or saw that girl again.
Cool bird, though.
I never said we were not aliens. I just said we were birders.
Here's a photo of my wife getting ready to climb the ladder and take "Specimens".
If she ever knew, she'd kill me (literally). She hates photos.
Nice heels.
LMAO!
Some nice scenery, brought some attention to a interesting hobby.
I pass the time at work watching Wood-Peckers & Golden Finch on my occasional gate duty.
I even [quite possibly] saw a Yellow Throat-ed Warbler which may be endangered.
ROTFL!
Do you ever feel like you missed the last ship home too? LOL
I once had a sun conure, her name was rainbow, coolest bird ever, I took a picture of her and had it tattoo on my left shoulder where she sat alot, she got killed by my dads cat ,he was keeping her for me and accidentally she got out of the house:( she couldn’t fly ,I kept her clipped , that’s one time I wished I had forgotten to clip her:(
Oh well , back to the subject, cool ducks:)