bird butts, Nikon Coolpix 4500
One of the things I love about being carless in San Francisco are the treasures you notice because you are on foot. One of the more satisfying pleasures on my walks happens when my antennae are especially tuned, my intuition especially acute, and I find myself looking up at exactly the right moment.
Sometimes there is a dog or cat staring back at me from the bay window above the couch.
Sometimes there is an old man behind the glass with a soft smile and a wave.
Sometimes there is a little person, maybe 4 or 5 years old, who runs away with a squeal when I see them.
And sometimes there are bird butts.
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i love the picture 🙂 thank you for taking time out to let me know you appreciated my words. i appreciate yours! 🙂
I visited Portinscale last summer. (It’s in the Lake District, UK – next to Keswick). Anyway, I was sitting at the dock one late afternoon and I saw a frightening number of ducks in the lake mooning me. Apparently, it was feeding time and they have to sort of “duck” their little heads in the water…and in turn, their bottoms were for the whole world to see. Nature never ceases to amuse/amaze me.
hey! how funny! i always loved observing birds on telephone wire. but i’ve never saw bird butts. i’ll watch out for them next time. don’t worry i’ll be careful, i don’t want to get anything on my face! 🙂
Oh my god, “bird butts”, that was hilarious. I never saw a picture or even thought of bird butts before. Now I am wondering if fish have butts, or plants. Do houses have butts? Thanks I needed that, very refreshing. By the way i have a tape you made me a thousand years ago and it is called “i miss yer butt”. I listened to it yesterday. Lots of butts. butt butt butt. lovebutt.
I moved from SF to Boston this year and I miss the bird butts. I suppose there must be some around here, as well, but I haven’t really noticed them so far. Maybe because it’s 16 degrees outside right now. Oi.
I’m not sure where you took your picture, but on Potrero Hill there’s a section of telephone wire where 1000s of birds show up for about a half hour every evening to watch the sun set. They arrive en masse and take off when the show is over. It’s so cool.
Love you blog.
Ann
This is hysterical! I’m still grinning just from looking at it. Thank goodness we have you to find and point out all the amazing, hilarious, and delightful sights to be seen, if we all simply took the time to look, and really “see” them. (What kind of birds are those anyway?? in the picture they look as thought they have yellow feathered bird butts?)
what lovely birds.
Beyond the butts, I love the color of the blue sky…living in gloomy, cold, snowy, Indiana & it has been a while since I’ve seen that shade of blue in the sky. It is quite refreshing to see it here.
thanks.
There is a German company that does a line of children’s clothing called “Kinderbutt”. I always thought that was a rather unfortunate choice of name. Really like your bird butts, though.
I love your butts! Well, ahem, anyway,at first I thought this was a picture of a schoolyard phone line, like the one that was across the street from my home in Brooklyn. The kids would throw eachothers sneakers over the line, irretrievable. They do the same sort of thing in Big Fish, the new Tim Burton film,
Keep snapping with your aptly named camera!
the company I work for just moved into executive suites and before we moved I was nervous about moving here. The thought of sharing a floor with lots of other strangers didn’t sit well with me. Too many people to pass in the hall.
Before moving, I decided to “look up” when in the kitchen area, or in the hall on my floor. Not walk with my head down. Instead of being nervous I decided to make it fun, see who’s working on the same floor as I am.
So far I have met a woman who is about to give birth to her first child, a 74 year old grandmother of 12 who takes care of her 92 year old mother, a student working on her teaching degree, and a manager who plays jazz sax at night in a jazz club.
Looking up hasn’t been too bad!
Your appreciation and joy for life always makes me happy! Thanks for the giggles. 🙂
I absolutely adore that photo!