Okay, so this is clearly not a bluebird nor was this taken in Kentucky, but I do ever so love that song. Kentucky Bluebird as sang by one Mr. Keith Whitley. Love me some Keith Whitley.
I heard your song today
But when I try to touch you
You fly away
I am not sure what that song has to do with the picture. Nothing really. I was just trying to think of a good song that was fitting to the picture. That one started playing in my head, so here we are. It’s too be expected. I’m kind of random like that.
Anyway, this may not be a bluebird and this may not be in Kentucky, but I think the song is kind of fitting. I love this little guy. Him and his buddies were all quite beautiful, but I really just love his coloring. It’s kind of like he is the king and he his showing off a bit. He’s probably earned that right.
Bird is the word. I say, bird-bird-bird, bird is the word. You are welcome, because I’m sure that I have several followers that have heard that song way back when in their lives. Again, I’m showing my age, but who hasn’t heard of Pee-wee Herman and seen him do “Bird-bird-bird” and little dance? Oh, just me? What can I say, I grew up in the 80s.
I did get so many great pictures of pigeons while on my excursion to….um, Chicago. I love this one, because he is just so colorful. Hope that you do too.
Just about everything, but I’ve never seen an elephant fly. Okay, so a) I’m totally showing my age, but who doesn’t love Dumbo and B) these are neither crows nor are they sitting on a telephone wire. Alas, this is what came to mind when I saw these guys sitting here.
I actually chased these guys up onto the fence and higher ground. Not on purpose, but I y got cocky and tried to get too close. They actually still let me get pretty close and didn’t really seem to care too much that I was there. I think that I mentioned it in another post that they were a lot like the horses of Assateague…fine with people until it became too many. With that said, they eventually flew away, but not before I managed to get a few good shots.
I am also pretty sure that at this point, I can no longer say that I’m not a bird watcher. Provided, I don’t sit outside with binoculars nor do I know every name, but they are beautiful little creatures. I know enough to know that these were pigeons and it was so neat to see the various colors. I love the one on the end. Can you guess which one?
I kind of loathe you….at least the major city part of you. The car horns honking, all because taxi drivers think that they have the right of way even when they do not. The serious waves of people (missing from this picture) and the massive bumper to bumper traffic (also missing from this picture). I will be hearing car horns in my nightmares for weeks to come.
I should not blame Chicago. It is a beautiful city, if you are a city person. I am not, but the need for cultural and artistic things makes it hard for me to avoid them all the time. I mean, there are just some things that you can only do in the bigger cities. I also realize that they are not all exactly like Chicago. Each has its own distinctive annoyances and charm. Just like all cities and towns, I suppose.
I’ve actually been to Chicago before, but I realized in this trip….all my other visits have never led me to the heart of downtown. I am not a real fan of the heart of downtown. All the traffic and herds of the rude and inconsiderate kind of put a damper on it. There are some highlights, though. I will not say that there weren’t.
The Chicago P.D. had amazing people walking the streets. Thank you to the officer that stopped to help us figure out where we were. All hearts out to the men (and ladies) in blue. The Chicogian that also helped get us back in the right direction to the pizza place, since the GPS on my phone also did not like the heart of Chicago. And then my favorite parts, the structures and the night lights. I do ever so love the historic old buildings. The detail and structures. The only thing I probably would say….we should have taken the train.
It probably doesn’t help my mood that our original intention for the trip was forgo-ed. We had gone to tour the The Private Bank Theater and the Oriental. We were late, thanks to a parking garage that refused to allow us to park there because the parking attendant was not available at the time of our arrival. Have you ever heard of such thing? Turning away business? I digress, though. Anyway, we were about 20 or so minutes late and the tour had already moved on to the second theater and there was no way for us to catch up to them. It happens. Not thrilled about the spending of the money on the tickets that we never got to use, but it happens. What can you do? Not a lot. Make the most of it and move on.
With that said, the trip was not a total wash. We ended up staying until late in the evening so that we could attend a “Ghost Tour”. Had some pretty tasty pizza at one of the most popular pizza places there. And…I managed to get some tolerable shots worth sharing. At least I feel that way now. I’m sure the more I look at them, I may begin to feel differently about some of them. Alas, I will probably share them anyway and let you be the judge. Until then, I bid adieu.
So many pictures. That is a seriously bad habit I have, but I am slowly getting through them. This guy was trying to escape. Not sure if he was trying to escape from me. To be honest, the pigeons of Chicago seem to be a lot like the horses of Assateague…people don’t really seem to phase them. That is until becomes a ridiculous amount. He didn’t go too far, though. Of course, it helped someone had tossed their pizza crust on the sidewalk.
Thank you, Katrina and the Waves. I’ll spare you the lyrics, but it is a song. One that I don’t hate, but also one that I do not frequent. I’ve probably mentioned the song before, but that is what popped into my head. It is one of those songs that gets stuck in your head and now I can’t get it off.
Chicago trip was something else. I’ll tell you about it at another time. Until then, have a beautiful day and tomorrow.