These birds are incredible. That they exist just slaps me silly. That I can look out my window at the feeder and there they are—in between the evil squirrel raids—is something special. I am one lucky goddamn sonofabitch.
But just think how hard that lazuli bunting had to work to get to where he is today. I’m sure he’d tell us if he could. You know, the things he had to do before he left the nest. The tests he had to pass to fly. The worthiness he had to prove to earn that blue. This barely takes us up to hawk and cat school, and I hear that’s really tough because the courses and exams are simultaneous.