Rolling Avian Issues Thread

Phalacrocoracidae!

^^^this literally means 'of the shaggy-fingered family' or somesuch, doesn't it

today i was about 10' away from a heron
just a small heron, maybe a bairn
so much dignity

http://dontdanceherdownboys.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/lush-promo_2b.jpg

birds of britpop - time for reevaluation

http://www.irishkop.com/forums/showthread.php?t=18313

Admittedly after she left them she got a bit too butch for my liking, but she was gorgeous in that "dont speak" video.

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I once grabbed Andrea Corrs ass in a crowded pub off Grafton street...it was pert...Anyway...Would have said Abba, no doubt and Fleetwood Mac...(ignoring the fact she has aged 30 years)
wow. Ya jammy basstid. Both cheeks or just the one?

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Birds in Bands

Myself and the boyfriend were discussing this lately. Basically, I said that women become more attractive to the opposite sex when in a band when in fact they are only 'normally' good looking.
He made the point that no good looking women in bands are actually talented and asked me to think of a few who were, only one I could think of was Charlotte Hatherley, and maybe yer one from the Zutons.
I dunno?

The Naked And Famous
“I like that. Have they got a bird in the band? Hmmm. You can’t have fookin’ birds in bands with all the lads.”

www.nme.com/blogs/nme-blogs/shaun-ryders-ten-commandments-for-new-bands

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7ooW5_TNNk

They are not afraid of the dead. They are small, alert, merry birds, some gray, others green; still others red and some yellow. Some are only red or blue on their chests, some only on their necks, some on their tails. Some are white with a blue throat; and I have seen some that are very tiny and proud, all white, spotlessly white. At dawn they begin to sing sweetly in the cornfield, and the Germans raise their heads from a gloomy slumber to listen to their happy song. They fly in thousands over the battlefields on the Dniester, the Dnieper, the Don. They twitter away free and merry, and they are not afraid of the war. They are not afraid of Hitler, of the SS, or of the Gestapo. They do not linger on branches to look down on the slaughter, but they float in the blue singing. They follow from above the armies marching across the limitless plain. The birds of the Ukraine are truly beautiful.

:O

Today, as I left my place of work, I saw a woodpigeon pecking for scraps by some litter bags, and was filled with what might have been a nostalgic urge to sigh, point and shoot.

http://imgur.com/6SqKVxC.jpg

I was immediately struck with a sense of displacement. One is quite accustomed to seeing feral pigeons, derived of course from the Rock Dove, festooning sites of refuse upon city streets, but a woodpigeon is a different bird - a stately fowl, a strutting paragon of bucolic pride. It was quite disarming to see it deigning to feed upon human wastage in such a flagrant manner.

http://imgur.com/js4jFMm.jpg

As I approached, I considered the street I was in. Stanhope Gardens, an exemplar of the whitewashed largesse prevalent west of Marble Arch. A street of fabulous wealth and unconscionable expenditure. Perhaps, I thought, their waste was an altogether different class of cast-offs. Mountains of unwanted foie gras, rivers of freshly squeezed goji. Peelings and trimmings fit for a woodpigeon, drawn from the nearby acreages of Hyde Park to feast, decadently, upon something more enlivening than buds or grubs.

http://imgur.com/OcgfcKN.jpg

But then I looked closer and noticed that the woodpigeon bore a pale scrap of feathers - a cosmetic imperfection upon its slate-rose mantle - and, somehow, an indication of feralness. The longer I looked, the more it was apparent that this tuft bespoke scuffles, malnutritions, genetic defects - it was the sign of a city pigeon, not a regal creature of the field. It may have come here to dine at the highest table, but in doing so, it has in fact lowered itself to the tier of a scoundrel, a street-thief, a loiterer...with that physical mark proof of its verminous trajectory. I felt a certain disappointment at this consideration.

http://i.imgur.com/fCKxvUw.jpg

And yet, that iridiscent sheen, that unmistakably portly bearing - in its comportment and waddle, it surely retains those noble aspects I'd momentarily thought lost? I watched its movements as it began to edge away from me. Still distinctly woodpigeon - unhurried, perhaps a little bit flustered, but certainly not scurrying or limping as the 'flying rat' of urban folktale might do. What, then, had been reduced? And it was as it mounted the steps to what I now recognised as its own abode that I saw it at last. The woodpigeon was no interloper or jack, no ravenous urchin. It had not grown an outward sign of imperfection through adversity. In fact, this was its very element! Surrounded by its like - proud and buff-chested masters of opportunity, who'd perhaps had to sacrifice a little elegance for their dramatic gains - it now ascended to its pantheon, its front porch. No regard it paid to the scrunched-up Wrigley's wrapper on the penultimate step; litter in such places is inevitable. It is simply a matter of finding the best litter; then one can say, even if nobody else will, that one is the best pigeon.

http://imgur.com/ZvPXNJo.jpg

"Quite so," said Frank, "I cannot tell the difference between a Princess Radziwil and a coachman."

"And you are wrong," I said.

All looked at me in wonder, and Frank smiled at me.

But at this juncture the door opened quietly and there appeared on a silver tray the roast goose, lying on its back amid a garland of potatoes roasted in fat. It was a round fat Polish goose with a flourishing bosom, full hips and a strong neck; and I cannot say why there came into my mind that its neck had not been cut in the good old-fashioned way, but that the goose had been shot against a wall by a platoon of SS men. I seemed to hear the harsh voice ordering "Fire!" and the sudden rattle of shots. No doubt the goose had fallen looking proudly into the eyes of the cruel oppressors of Poland. And I shouted "Fire!" as if to realize what that shout meant, that raucous sound, that harsh voice of command, almost as if I expected to hear the sudden rattle of rifles in the great hall of the Wawel.

<3 that's wonderful & dovetails perfectly w/ my dove tale

needless to say the odyssey of the woodpigeon stirred similarly, an incursion into the domain of the sootridden inner london pigeon, the true proprietor of the citadel, its neotenous shrunken form haunting the undersides of bridges and municipal wastelands

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Pedro is gone. The door was left open and my sweet beautiful lil bird Pedro is gone. So depressed. I'll be at legionnaire drinking away my sorrows tonight if u feel like giving me a hug, I will take as many as you can lay on me.

lol

http://www.cayman27.com.ky/files/2012/09/Cubans-escape-detention-facility-1024x576.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/qvgNiKA.gif

saw a pair of Great Tits on the way to work y/day

did they have shitting dick nipples?

not so's i could see. they looked full of the joys of spring tho.

spriiiiing beeeeeeak foreeeeeever

^knows

http://www.dnr.state.mn.us/nature/birds/bird_songs_interactive.html

^^ if you want to hear and not just look at those great tits

cop a trill

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9r756m33odA/T_EUGGyGHgI/AAAAAAAABGk/T48hEhT47J0/s320/fly+away_4.jpg

those pigeon photos are hilair

ty :)

now and then I'll try to make a decent ILX post, but usually only on ILAFL of course <3

the rest is indieprog challops and pizza zings

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:D

Saw this beautiful creature on the way home from work.

http://i.imgur.com/KZt3Yyw.jpg

I am going to choose to believe it wasn't after the cute baby moorhens.

frogs emerging yet? plenty of those to go around

Don't forget the robin!

i wish we could have uppers style music on this thread with lj's pigeon gif as a background

8-bit main refrain of my display name's inspiration imo

Oh man. Two STORKS, lolloping down the Thames. One perched on a houseboat. I am not making any of this shit up. I saw it from the tenth floor of a client's apartment block, but white storks they were without a doubt.

What can it portend?

this was the best photo; you can see it about to land on the houseboat

http://i.imgur.com/yEdQNg4.jpg

nice table

Where is that? I'm having real trouble placing that bridge, I must have been away from London too long

someone i know used to have a flat in that apartment block
some seriously wealthy people around there

never seen a stork

cool foto on the wikipedia page

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b3/Stork_picking_at_rabbit.jpg

wikipedia also says jmw turner painted from that church but i can't find it

from the other side of the river, though

http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/turner-battersea-church-and-bridge-with-chelsea-beyond-d00857

ah man, it has a black tail so I'm not sure it wasn't a crane or an escaped yellow-billed stork now

just west of battersea bridge btw

Without a doubt? They were Egyptian Geese. Fooled by the white scapular patch. Bastards.

http://i.imgur.com/63spTmP.jpg

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