Brrrr. My body chills and my beak chatters. Holy, is it ever cold out here! I feel sleepy but my stomach is sending me some signals that it needs to be restocked. Splish! Splish! Splash! I watch carefully at the river far below, fish leaping in and out. They do look delicious, but I need to remain hidden so nothing could ruin my plan, and dinner. Hopefully my bright orange-yellow beak isn’t sticking out too far out the snowy tree in which I am concealed..
Thank goodness my feathers are blending in with the trunk and branches or else I might have to go another day hungry. It has felt like an eternity I have been perched up in this tree for, but yet I still have not seen any large schools of fish. Since it is spring time here in Alaska, there is still a little bit of snow left on the trees to camouflage my very white (technically not bald) head and legs. But thankfully this week has been a little warmer than freezing, keeping the fish and small rodents alive. Thank goodness the bodies of water haven’t frozen, taking my main food source away from me.
I am starting to get a little more shaky here, so I better pick up my roll! When I first got into this darned high tree the snow just sat on top of me. It almost felt like a blanket, comforting me while I waited. But now it feels more like a blanket with spikes built in, some kind of torture. I dream of British Columbia and California, where I never have to endure this agony. Just when I start to feel like I’ve turned into a cold blooded animal, I see it.
Finally! It is a huge school of fish. Cod, which is my personal favorite. Whoooshhh! I dive from the tree, straight down at the river. I feel like I am going just as fast as a fighter jet right now. The water is only a few feet away, I start to swoop up. Here goes nothing…
The trees bloom rapidly, leafs fly in the wind, the sun gazes down upon my feathers, nice and hot, the smell of the forest humbles me until… A ROAR deep inside the forest wakes me up from my slumber as I hear leaves crumple in my direction. I only then realize something or someone is headed my way. I use my amazing sense of hearing and smell to try to find out what it could be, ROAR!!!! This time it was a lot closer and I managed to get a glimpse of it, orange with black stripes and a bit of white at the bottom. There's only one animal that has those colors… TIGER??!?! ROAR!!! But this time it's 10ft behind me. I quickly spread my wings and dipped. I flew as far and wide as possible until I saw the most beautiful and the prettiest peafowl and so… I of course flew down, this time I got a closer look and saw her beautiful colors a blue and green mix with a bit of red and yellow, she is perfect, so I decided to show off my wings that got her interest and before I could say something they guys said
“ hey bro shes taken ” said the other peacock
but before I could say anything back
she said “ who ever gets me the most bugs in an hour can take me ”
and then he looked at me and I looked at him and
we both said “ NOPE .”
and we both dipped, the other peacock said that that peafowl was a bug digger and so we went for a bite we found 5 bugs and two snakes and we devoured it, the bugs was delicious but after that we decided to play a game call featherman and so one peacock hides and the other one finds him or her so we played for a good half a day and I even managed to get to know him and I was the seeker and while I was finding him I heard a roar it sounded like the same tiger I encountered before and so I decided to check it out and i'm glad I did because I saw my man bob the peacock getting hunted by a tiger and I thought should I help him? What if I do but I die?? What if he escapes and does not come back to help me?! I can't just sit around while he's about to become tiger food, ok I think I'll help by throwing rocks at the tiger and it just managed to buy him enough time to escape and fly away from the tiger’s grasp and we both flew away. Though he was still hurt due to the tiger's claws, he managed to fly. We got somewhat of a mile away and decided to stay near the village areas just in case that animal came back. And that's how I met my best friend BOB!!!!
Ahh! A fig! I glide up to the branch hop, hop, hopping to the fig. My eyes softened at the sight, it was love at first sight. I grabbed the fruit with my freakish tridactyl foot imagining the sweet juice that was going to come from the inside. As I pierce the fruit with my sharp curved beak, I am filled to the brim with joy, the nectar sweet and savory, it's like heaven! SNAP!!
Wait! What was that sound? Is that a predator? A snake? Or worse, a human?! I gotta get out of here quick! As I take flight I realize the feather makes me stick out so much! A black and red figure in a very green rainforest… Ugh I wish my colors weren’t so great. It’s a great way to scare off predators and attract other mates but humans don’t fall for it. As I swiftly fly out, I arrive home back to my hollowed tree. Home, the best place where a bird can be.
I need to find a hole in one of these trees before it’s too late. Northern Shrikes are the most vicious predator, in my opinion at least. I have to get away from it before it finally catches up to me and life as I know it is over.
As I soar through the maze of crisp winter trees littered with glittery snowflakes, a ball of anxiety bubbles up deep down inside of me.
I usually know exactly where to find the little nooks and crannies hidden in the trees but at this very moment the only thought cramping up my brain is the recognition of the gnawing feeling in my gut, warning me of the tragic outcomes of this situation. Either I find a spot in one of these trees small enough for me to burrow in and I live to see another day, or, well, the opposite of that.
Wait a minute. I think I see something, an opening in a tall white tree, piles of snow seeping off its thin branches and plummeting to the ground.
This is my chance. All I have to do is reach the opening and I’m in the clear.
But wait, the Northern Shrike seems to be flying even faster than before, I think it knows it’s about to lose its dinner, a.k.a me.
I start flitting my wings faster than ever before. Come on, come on, move faster, I tell myself. I’m almost there. So, so close. Annnnddddd…
YESSS!! I’m clear.
The Northern Shrike ends up completely wrecking itself on the base of the tree as it flies right into it, just missing me. I can tell it’s angry, but it can’t get me in here.
It’s a good thing I can easily camouflage into the little openings in the trees because of my natural colors, because now the Northern Shrike couldn’t even find me if it tried. And if not for my nocturnal hypothermia that preserves my energy and keeps me warm, I wouldn’t be able to hide in here for long, and I most definitely wouldn’t be able to wait out the flock of Northern Shrikes that are now circling the forest above.
It must’ve called it’s friends over to help it catch me if I were to ever come out within the next few hours, but they’ll freeze before they ever lay eyes on me again, especially because of the fact that all the fat on my stomach is there to help insulate me and keep me warm for hours on end.
How else do you think Chickadees survive such cold temperatures and can easily adapt to many environments that other animals can’t? ;)