Poor little buddy's got a bent wing. Let's pretend he's waving or something.
Since tomorrow was going to be the last day that my school's undergrad art exhibition would be open, I dragged my mom in to see my work that was accepted into the gallery [cue cheesy and unnecessary aw's here]. Today was such a long day (like.... molasses on a cold day long... like student stuck in a basement for nearly six hours long) that I look worse for wear. So please excuse my ghastly face and focus on the cute little bird. I think I named him, but I forgot what. I'd like to think that his name is Figaro, though I totally have the wrong opera in mind (Figaro, Papageno.... same thing, right?). If anyone understands what the hell I'm talking about, you get major brownie points for being a cultured fuddy duddy.
These pictures were taken a few years ago when Little Birdie was just a fresh young chickadee.