hmwt:
You really do have to love the shit outta some animals to enjoy the company of birds. Birds are, in my heavy-handed (ham-fisted) opinion, the stupidest and most awful animals on the planet. I place them somewhere below bugs and other, gross and stupid (they don’t have a very complex nervous system) little crawling shitheads.
So, you coming over to hang soon? Miss ya.
Bathing Parrot
Photograph by Cesar Badilla, My Shot
During a boat trip across the Gulf of Papagayo, this nice parrot decided that he couldn’t stand the heat of the Guanacaste summer and decided to take a bath.
Wife.
I’m sure I can get out of here if I just think hard enough. There’s a walnut in it for whomever springs me.
I forgot that i edited this while bored the other night…I love the detail in the feathers…..i still hate this bird….
That’s not what you said to me while you were stroking my, um…feathers?
No, this is not, “cute,” you wingless biped. This is what happens when you shove me under that amazon rainforest-like downpour you seem to like to visit so much, and I end up with a earful of water. Thanks for that.
**Maybe next time help a bird out with some conditioner?
I’m so planning my escape to Telegraph Hill, San Francisco. Anybody have a link to Virgin America? I hear flights are cheep. Haha, get it? Cheep? Hey, my f’in wings are clipped, so back off!
Anyway, the guy who feeds me and I are watching this documentary (finally he watches something decent) on The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill and I want to go there.
My friend realrealsoft drew this picture of me. I think she has excellent taste and mucho talent. I beak her.
I don’t mean to be rude Alan. But fuck this bird.
This is what happens when pop goes out of own and leaves me with a blogger. Help a bird out. Fuego anyone? Also, how do you open a beer?
