Dona's Part II
mother sparrow....you look at me with your right eye and then you confirm with your left eye before you fly away.
This was shot with a shutter speed of 1/1000 of a second to freeze the bird and produce no blur......well it wasn't fast enough shutter speed because there is some blur....and the fast shutter receives little light making for a noisy photo.....grain.....need a flash...or better... a strobe....or friggen birds making their friggen nests in the friggen sunlight areas!... But no offense to li'l seed raptor. he's the dude bird! the man of the family...and he's no feather weight....well....maybe....but he's coming to juniors rescue because junior had a need to consume more food than his parents could provide....yes....junior wanted out....his brother gobbled up most of all the worms and was an asshole....so Junior ventured forth ...and said to himself...fuck!....It's time for me to leave this nest!
Ha ha you Asshole! I'm out...That's right! Ha ha...Out! ha ha ha he he ....look at me! okay...okay...okay .......Okay...now lets see....what to do .....What to do?...What to do?, what to do?, what to do?.......Shit........Shit .....it's way down there...7 feet!....What am I suppose to do?.... am I suppose to just fly there?...Bloody hell...this is freaking me out...Hey.. Bird Brain!...get me a rope! I dont know how long I can hold out
You now what Theoretic Anaerobic Capacity is? because I got a bad case of it at the moment. The oxygen in the muscles of my legs coupled with the rise in lactic acid no longer have the capacity to keep me upright...and fight....to get back to my friggen nest!.....this is really starting to suck now and I am not enjoying it too much....and if my brother sub-raptor doesn't stop pecking at my toes............. jeepers
lets see?.....looks like I'll just nose dive to that potted plant below and use my flappers to guide my way to the point of impact. ...sheesh...what ever was I thinking? I'm ready to leave the nest?...jump this ship?.....Am i stoopid or what......it's a cozy crib outa the weather...food deliveries by airmail.....reggae beats from wall speakers...sure there's beak head who came from a gargoyles egg I'm sure of it....but I can deal with him....especially right now....I'll split my worms 40/60.
Okay...here we go....All or Nothing!...I am going to get back in that Nest!....flapp ...FLAPP NoW ! now FLAP Harder!!! harder......
Junior ended up on the ground within a couple seconds of this photo....moved into a planter bed where the parents would still fly down to feed him. If he can survive the streets he'll be free in the sky.
Losen is passionate about her bubbles
when the sun is out so is the shadow
Dona breakfast #23 Full Glory + Champagne
