That bird may look nice, but I have a feeling that he wants to peck my face off...hence my look of trepidation as he drinks his nectar from his tiny cup...
Or maybe he just wants to perch nicely and drink his nectar. Don't be fooled Annika, he can't be trusted...
And was I ever right. Mere seconds later the bird on Annika's shoulder whistled to his shifty friends and those shifty friends landed on Annika's head. At which point Annika looked at me with horror in her eyes and said, "GET THEM OFF!" I, being a good mother, put my camera down and saved her life...but not before busting out laughing. Priorities!
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