Return of the Bird Tongues

I’m rather dozy, today, thanks to a crack-of-dawn goosey symphony, directly outside my window, so I’m going to let the photos speak for themselves:

Bird tongue AND goose teeth!  Double horrors!

Bird tongue AND goose teeth! Double horrors!

I swear, I haven't been harassing the birds, to get this close to them.  The birds have been harassing me.  Gerroff my balcony!

I swear, I haven’t been harassing the birds, to get this close to them. The birds have been harassing me. Gerroff my balcony!

Look at those horrid, scaly feet!  Even the webby bits are all nubby -- look at the shadow, underneath.  It's ragged, along the edge.

Look at those horrid, scaly feet! Even the webby bits are all nubby — look at the shadow, underneath. It’s ragged, along the edge.

Bird Tongue Bonanza

A couple of months ago, my sister requested pictures of bird tongues. Eager to oblige, I’ve been poking my camera in crows’ faces ever since. Sadly, the crows have proven too dignified to get their tongues out. This gull, on the other hand —

Very attractive.

Very attractive.

— oh, that’s nasty, with the bird spit!

Most appealing.

Most appealing.

On a related note, I can’t wait for the sun to come back! I’m getting well tired of cloud cover, early sunsets, and grainy low-light photography. I refuse to use the flash on birds — I’m certain they’d hate that — so I’ve got to make do with ambient light. At the moment, there’s not much of that, so please excuse the side-order of noise with your bird tongues.

(Also, fellow bird enthusiasts, if you’re reading this, and you’ve got bird tongue shots, let’s see ’em! Especially if lorikeets are involved.)