I used to live with a woman who liked birds. Paradoxically she liked cats too, though as long as I knew her the twain never did meet. I was a man of fixed opinions back then, even more so than now, and I was firm in my belief that birds aren't dog-like in their affections and that shortcoming made birds uninteresting. That was in the late 1980s.
Since then much has happened and birds have made themselves known to me. I am not, for instance a fan of loose chickens in the streets and suburbs of Key West. I have found myself forced from time to time to watch chickens in the streets and I have to say they show strong ties, roosters guarding chickens and their chicks in a tight family unit.
So in observing these noisy messy birds I am forced to the conclusion that they are more than I used to think they were. Being lose on the streets has allowed them to develop there personalities into something more than lunch.
Out walking the mangroves bird watching is about the only activity that reveals movement among the salt ponds and clumps of evergreen mangroves. My camera and my set up are not ideal for high speed pursuit of low flying birds but I give it a go anyway. On this one I liked how the wing tip curled up, a position that reminded me of making paper aeroplanes as a child where I would try to "improve he delta wings by creating lift in the tips in the same way. My paper planes flew more or less badly but I fancied myself a designer.
Every time I see a picture of an angel in typical fashion I am reminded of an ornithologist who remarked in some otherwise unmemorable article that for angels to have wings in a human body, like this one at the Key West cemetery...
...sprouting those wings form their shoulders they would require a breastbone sticking out several feet to balance the force of the wings in flight...trust a scientist to muck up popular myth.
Then there is Fat Albert, human flight tethered to the ground, flight as servant of humans who seek out drugs and smugglers and all that from the air. Very unromantic.
Little black specks singing their hearts out, grunting in some cases, and bursting into flight across the mangroves.