Washington, D.C., circa 1930. Harris & Ewing Collection glass negative. From Shorpy.com.
Whoa, that is one withering look of disapproval in the above photo! What’s the story here, Karen M.? “My dog, Misty, found a little bird that had flown into our window.”
“I held it for a while to warm it up and allow it to get its wits back together. It seemed to appreciate the attention and after about 5 minutes, it was able to fly away.”
And so, having felled the fearsome giant, Duck waddled home to a hero’s welcome in his humble village…
Having a party this weekend? Don’t forget the quackers!
Via Jannes Pockele.
Beaks UP! “Frick and Frack at our bird feeder,” says Molly P. in NC.
“What? I just bought some at Safeway the other day! Have you been feeding them too many? Where’d they go?” HINT: Normally I’d ask Spike The Umbrella Cockatoo. But he ain’t squawkin.’
When Vito the macaw wants to go for a race
He leads earthbound friends on a cross-country chase
Neck and neck for a stretch, like they’re flying together,
Then he shuts ‘em down, saying “kiss my tail feather!”
Zat hat, eet ees so becomeeng on you! Ze style, ze co-lairs, ze jaunty plumage, eet transforms madame into ze vee-shon of lovliness, non?