*!Warning! Contents of this post may be slightly exaggerated. It is not recommended that you read further if you have one or more of these problems:
Bowel dysfunction
Sudden tendencies to scream at ice-cream trucks
A great love for birds.*
This is Пантелеймон Лаврентиевич Чёрнобородов Bob (which is the ultimate American name) and he is the most stubborn bird in my Grandma's backyard.
He heard sensed---semi-psychically---that we had brought the wrong camera lens and thus wouldn't be able to take a picture of him and his fellows from a distance. So, he told his buddies to scat, then came back every---I don't know---hour, to flaunt whatever little birds flaunt when they fly in for two seconds, land, then take off again.
To get these few pictures I just had to sit there, head canted at a painful weird angle, camera raised and focused---manually, I may add---and wait for the grass to grow, and Bob to return.
He is either very clever, or very dumb. Want to learn something queer interesting about the black-capped Chickadee? Every autumn black-capped Chickadees allow brain neurons containing old information to die, replacing them with new neurons so they can adapt to changes in their social flocks and environment even with their tiny brains. My theory is that Bob---the dogged, ultimate American bully---is right in between this delicate couple of phases in his life. He rendered himself clueless, so he could learn to annoy me! Adaptation. Darn bugger. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
I informed him that he would not win, and that him and his white mustache would be blaring all over my blog before the sun had set.
Granted, it's been a few days bit longer than that, but I'm sure he doesn't know that. His brain is probably still changing, and he's probably learning how to work an iPad2 or something.
He's probably getting really good at Angry Birds.
They say it's nuthin' like the real thing! And Bob is an angry, angry little boy bird. He's practically seething with rage.
Sure, he's kind of cute, but it's all a ruse. A conspiracy. He goes to the salon every other day to get that mad style.
Those little birds pooping all over the place? Yeah, it's Bob and his cohorts. The pigeons.
Next time I go to Grandma's I fully intend to bring the proper camera lens, and then we shall see.
Oh we shall see.
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