The Stork Stole my Fork

Birds can be mean. A seagull stole a little bag of French fries that I had just bought years ago.

Some birds do seem to go for bright, shiny things. When my husband would practise hitting golf balls down the paddock, there was a crow that would pick up the balls and fly off with them.

Why is the cake illegal? Yes, friend got nearly attacked by a crow that wanted his salad. He even tried to sit on his leg.

We have lots of birds visiting our garden specially to frolic in the bird bath. I have fun watching them doing that. Hope you get your fork back (lol)

My son and I go on a remote backpacking trip every year deep into the Florida wilderness, and the spot we camp out adjacent to a small pond has a pair of nesting cranes that come back year after year. The female doesn't wander around much, because she is always guarding the nest, but the male is curious and adventuresome, and he always comes into our camp each morning we're there. We named him Bob. He doesn't let us get close enough to touch him, but he does let us get about 3-4 feet away from him (or if we're sitting around the fire he'll walk right up and join us). We haven't fed him or anything, I think he just likes to come into our camp to be social, because he sure talks to us a lot. And not anything aggressive, just what I would call a nice, soothing bird conversation.

He saw something shiny! Interesting post. Cool that you have a resident stork. Have a good weekend.

My son and I watched as a Canada gosling, still learning to fly, suddenly begin peeing about four feet off the ground. The poor thing, confused and looking down, couldn't quite figure out how to pee and fly simultaneously, and flew smack-dab into a bush.

He surely laughed at you

Wonderful post.Thanks for sharing. I have a story to share here.It was rainy season.I saw a flock of tens of crows sitting on a pile of garbage.I grew curious and went to see what they were doing there.Hardly a second after I reached their they flew and came just over my head flying in a circle.Then two or three of them swooped down over my head trying to hit my head with their beaks.I ran towards my house shield my head and they followed me.Somehow I managed to save myself. Later on an old gentleman told me the crows were training a baby crow to fly and they had mistaken me for the baby crow's enemy. After that day it became almost impossible for me to go anywhere from my house.It continued for more than a week. I had learned a lesson.