One week later at the exact location the same seagull came to me again. We know crows have facial recognition, but we never transfer that over to other birds. To me it proves seagulls do have facial recognition and perhaps all birds do—we know so little. I started thinking about a bird song I loved as a teenager, Seagull by Paul Rodgers. There are some lyrics that synch up with our current situation in Kirkland Washington, my home town.
Wow. What a great song. What is the seagull in your pic standing on? It looks like it is really trying to convey something to you. That piercing look. Interesting.
Like learning to feel our greater bodies again, in the sense of how we are animals and we used to have a much closer relationship and interactions with ALL OTHER FORMS OF LIVING THINGS, to the extent that of course there is not a truly dead thing in the universe, as in static, as in not vibrating or moving albeit slowly, or being at least carried about by other forces, wind and water wearing rock. No other animals but birds and bats and maybe flying squirrels actually fly, plus so many insects, we say they always have a birds eye view. Why don't we say insects eye view? Cuz birds and us are so much more related, and visionary due to this great view they get, coupled with killer eyesight. I still cannot believe they can just 'fly'. I would so love to feel it as they do, wings beating and heart pounding, their entire bodies required to attain it. A memory perhaps.
Thanks for this Mike. Love the story about the seagull. I am a birder as well. My backyard is for the birds. And the rabbits. And the squirrels.
Just yesterday two new young squirrels, newly out of the nest, appeared on the ground where I feed everyone. They were having a good time learning how to run up and down the trees.
Then in the early evening I looked out to the street in front. Not one of the new ones, but one of my old regulars. A big beautiful male. I had to go out and bring it to the back. I dug a large hole, gently laid it in, petted it and apologized to it, and covered it.
Thanks from a fellow street carnage rescuer. We are the illicit, not they. Eons on their side.
Some are hungry enough to eat a fresh roadkill, but I am not there yet, skillwise. An old fella on my block did speak of squirrel hunting, specifically, falling asleep while doing so.
Wow. What a great song. What is the seagull in your pic standing on? It looks like it is really trying to convey something to you. That piercing look. Interesting.
I'm in my bus and he is standing on the bike rack.
“Gonna hitch a ride, head for the other side” 🎶
Love it
Like learning to feel our greater bodies again, in the sense of how we are animals and we used to have a much closer relationship and interactions with ALL OTHER FORMS OF LIVING THINGS, to the extent that of course there is not a truly dead thing in the universe, as in static, as in not vibrating or moving albeit slowly, or being at least carried about by other forces, wind and water wearing rock. No other animals but birds and bats and maybe flying squirrels actually fly, plus so many insects, we say they always have a birds eye view. Why don't we say insects eye view? Cuz birds and us are so much more related, and visionary due to this great view they get, coupled with killer eyesight. I still cannot believe they can just 'fly'. I would so love to feel it as they do, wings beating and heart pounding, their entire bodies required to attain it. A memory perhaps.
Thanks for this Mike. Love the story about the seagull. I am a birder as well. My backyard is for the birds. And the rabbits. And the squirrels.
Just yesterday two new young squirrels, newly out of the nest, appeared on the ground where I feed everyone. They were having a good time learning how to run up and down the trees.
Then in the early evening I looked out to the street in front. Not one of the new ones, but one of my old regulars. A big beautiful male. I had to go out and bring it to the back. I dug a large hole, gently laid it in, petted it and apologized to it, and covered it.
People. smh
Thanks from a fellow street carnage rescuer. We are the illicit, not they. Eons on their side.
Some are hungry enough to eat a fresh roadkill, but I am not there yet, skillwise. An old fella on my block did speak of squirrel hunting, specifically, falling asleep while doing so.
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