Yesterday, Mr. Woody flew down to my backyard, so I got a better shot of him. He has the most gorgeous feathers. I especially love his bib, but he has a face that only a mother could love.
So many of these water birds have bright white feathers, and as they fish around in muddy ponds, I couldn’t help but wonder how they keep them so clean. The Great Egret has about 18,000 feathers, and each one is kept meticulously clean. I think he must spend more time on his ablutions than even I do on mine, and hubby would tell you that’s not very possible.
The two White Ibis who were foraging in the newly mowed grass yesterday, also had ‘Omo White’ feathers. To look this perfect, every day they must remove dust, dirt and parasites from their feathers and then align each feather in the optimum position relative to adjacent feathers and body shape. What a wonder they are! I often wish I had feathers rather than hair. I could never hope to look this good, but the beak might look a bit out of place though, and I’m thinking that with such long beaks, birds can’t really kiss, so I guess I’ll just be content with what I have.
Happy Thursday everyone.