Everyone else blogs pics of pretty live birds sighted from their lovely home environ which has the kind of things (trees, food) that attracts avians other than asphalt-nibbling pigeons. But there’s no point my missing out on the prom, so I dug up a date. At the Fernbank Museum of Natural History. The one that got away from Swanson. Which says something about life if you’re a cynic. Which I’m not. If I was a cynic I’d have gone over to the Fernbank Science Museum and shot a pic of the stuffed vulture.
Has a distinctive woodlands, pre-puritan look to him, but looks are as deceiving as Edward Curtis.