I refer to it as "teenage flight" - a not quite ready for prime time young cardinal flew into the garage one day, frantically trying to figure out how to exit. Scared, it finally froze on the shelf near the open door. I slowly approached, extending my hand until I barely touched it. It climbed onto my hand, staring me right in the eyes as I carefully walked out of the garage, where it flew back into the safety of the nest in our spruce tree.
I refer to it as "teenage flight" - a not quite ready for prime time young cardinal flew into the garage one day, frantically trying to figure out how to exit. Scared, it finally froze on the shelf near the open door. I slowly approached, extending my hand until I barely touched it. It climbed onto my hand, staring me right in the eyes as I carefully walked out of the garage, where it flew back into the safety of the nest in our spruce tree.
I love the term "spark bird". Mine's a bald eagle, flying maybe 20ft over me in Maine, words cannot describe it, unless breathtaking.
love it!