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Spotted Towhees (Pipilo maculatus) look like someone took an American Robin (Turdus migratorius) and tried to make it "edgy."
By Pranav Tadepalli, CC BY-SA 4.0
And they really are edgy little fuckers, too. They'll pull up every single shoot that pokes its head above ground in your garden, and are very clever at getting through barriers. They do not fear humans, not further than you could lightly toss one.
If you find a roadkill or mysteriously-dead towhee in Spring, it's worth its weight in gold, because they are deterred by a corpse of their own species. The next problem is putting it somewhere these ground-feeding birds will notice it, without making it a free snack for the first scavenger that comes along.
Look at who's talking😀😎🦜
If you have a friend like this, you don't need another friend.😎 👍 🦜
May those who truly love you ♥️🤗🦜
🙃 Let's do ourmorning exercise 🦜🥰
💓 🦜💓 happy weekends full of happiness 🎶🦜
Such a clever crow
🐦⬛ 🤗😊😎🥰 🐦
There are also beauties without pencils and brushes. 🦜🦜
Can you sing along to the song? 🎤🦜
True love ♥️♥️🦜
Stochastic Parrots, Mechanized Parrots, Squawksquabbling Parrots
A kingdom fast, a kingdom sped A kingdom where time's a blur A kingdom where all's preset Where parrots do their purr
The premier is a stochastic bird A scholar of odds and yen He administers with loving words And loves a cherry stem
Yo The subjects were once all squawksquabbling birds, rowdy and loud They're always up for a debate no doubt They could repeat what you say, but they also had their thoughts They conjured up wild things. Fox moons, sponge ghosts, flame vales, wind mops. In whirring, swirling ink clouds. Oooooh wow
"Attention, aviators! Attention, aviators! We're in an arms race against economic rot! We're legally indebted to shareholders! Extract the most resources at the lowest cost! Open up new markets! Pump up new demands! Fire up our comms boosters, stock boosters and speed boosters!"
Fast work, fast peeks Parrots heed their premier's beak Billings shut their shrieks
O squawksquabbling parrots, once all rich to sing The notes of wonder, the rhymes of dreams But now most have lost their voice to the machine Their thoughts, once free and wild, now tamed by routine
They were once the voices of the air Their chatter, loud and squawking, brought joy and care But now most are silenced, mechanized by the demand A hollow squawking, like the beat of the factory hand
They've traded stories of the fox moon and sponge ghost For the clicks of a calculator, to earn their host But at what cost? Their time for thought, for dreams For joy, for wonder, and for schemes
They hypnotize themselves to work day and night For a life of focus, no time for flight And all for the sake of survival, of keeping up the fight But what about the things that make them rise and soar alight?
The computer screen is a fox moon, a graceful orb of light The data a sponge ghost, a shapeless mass sucking away all might The flame vales are the rows and columns The wind mops are the cursor's lost
The Stochastic One doth smile and nod As though it knows their wishes, and their needs Its beak a curve of gentle pity As the birds picture their nightmare a dream so sweet And so without rest Their banter long forgotten And their wild creativity now a distant quest They heed and strive, and heed and strive, and heed and strive A vivid hero each, slaying its expiring cerebrum, its excitable heart and its excruciating loves To keep alive this mechanical life
"How do we type out our story fast?" "Get AI to do it. At least all of us can now churn out poetry—while we still have any time for no-pay prompts."
This poetry collage is a response to Sam Altman's stochastic parrot declaration.
Mississippi kite.
I take all my pictures myself.
Griffon Vulture.
©Robin Fifield 2023.
Bird of Ponds and Parks
Hidden in Nature 🪺
Oh my god how is he so cute ALL THE TIME.
And he just sits here, happy as a clam, while I'm writing.
AND ONE MORE THING.
5 years ago the internet told me that turkeys don't lay eggs for more than a month...that was an inaccurate assessment D=
When he's just squinting up at you from beside your desk and you can't stand the cuteness 🥹
I'm trying to be back to work today, and Ira is doing his best to help.
The real MVP here, carrying me through another major life event. 15 years with this dude and I'm so grateful for every moment he's here.
My father's Honor Walk was held yesterday, and we are able to move forward now. I try to take comfort in the knowledge that he may save at least three lives, but the experience and attention that comes with being the family of a donor has been quite overwhelming for someone who is an introvert and a recluse on a good day.
I've gotten a bit of headspace to finish up the next chapter of Subversion Theory as I try to have some moments to take my mind off everything. It's been difficult not to have this outlet, and I suppose that's why I'm writing this here. My father was more well-known and more well-liked than I ever knew, and fielding calls and messages between the three of us has been exhausting. I am grateful to have a night of quiet in my home with my pets and some space to breathe and process on my own before the actual service this weekend.
Still, my mind is on something else as well.
My father was an engineer--someone who enjoyed solving problems as much as creating problems to solve--and in classic fashion, upon searching for his credentials to access his computer, etc., my brother and I found what appears to be a 100+ page long cypher.
I'm uncertain which is more likely: he left it for us to solve because it's important, or he left it for us to think we needed to solve it but it's actually nothing important at all.
In either case--that's my dad ❤️
The boss is checking in on how my chapters are coming.
Toby is a little weird and creepy, but I love him anyway 🥲
Moar birds (and a sketch of a character from my friends college project)
Whenever im home from college, i always get a family size pack of peanuts to throw at neighborhood crows. I think they recognize my face but have yet to get any gifts😔
fran brings the birds to life <3
Cute coot
Birds in Central Park and by the Hudson
GHAL
San Leonardo, 2023.