We have a little flocking thing going on out under the bird feeder right now. Little red headed finch-like birds, some Oregon juncos with full black foliage on their heads that makes them look like tiny lions, a couple turtledoves, and then three medium-sized black birds with red bars on their shoulders, kind of like red-wing blackbirds but smaller and sleeker. The scene reminds me of Noah’s ark, only with just birds. And no boat. Or water. Or disaster.
They flew away in a panic when I got up to grab the camera so I took a photo of this little fellow instead. Ceramic Blue Bird with no feet, who kind of reminds me of the Velveteen Rabbit that way. Only a bird. And harder. And breakable. I forgot and left it on the ground when I was done and now an Oregon Junco-like-a-lion hopped up to peck at the sunflower seed shells on the ground next to it. I suspect that Ceramic Blue Bird wants to hop around and peck, too, but can’t. The no-feet thing again.
But I don’t care about that. I think even imaginary birds are lovely.