Even though I am quite forthright in my stance against birds as a species in general (besides hummingbirds and ducks who can do no wrong), I must reluctantly admit that I am favoring these guys lately:
I know, it's so unlike me. You thought I was a woman of a strong and concrete dogma. But they're just so delicate and dainty - ascending so innocent and free. I just can't help it. I'll do my best to keep this wily bird affair to a minimum and I'll temporarily promise to not get any more ink. At least not impulsively.