This does not look like a happy face. It looks like a
“Please make it go away now thank you very much” face.
Today I didn't hear our Tufted Titmouse call out "Peter, Peter, Peter" at all, so I decided he was fed up with the cold and the snow. There was no other explanation. Feeling sorry for the thing, I hopped on the Internet to see if I could learn anything new about them. I found a few interesting tid bits on the WhatBird.com site:
A banditry? A dissimulation? How can that be?
- Most Tufted Titmice live their entire life within a few kilometers of their birthplace.
- They only occur in areas where rainfall is greater than 24 inches per year, and are more common where rainfall exceeds 32 inches per year.
- In Cherokee legend, they are regarded as messengers.
- A group of titmice are collectively known as a "banditry" and a "dissimulation" of titmice.
|"What?" he says. "Please check that again."|
It does seem strange to call a group of these little cuties a banditry. In Webster’s a bandit is defined as an outlaw who lives by plunder, especially a member of a band of marauders! ...and dissimulation is even worse. It means to conceal one's true feelings or intentions, but Titmice just don't seem that sneaky to me.
|"I think you underestimate my sneakiness."|
This fellow doesn't seem to be concealing anything.
with the white stuff falling on my face already!”
I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for these
strange names (and I'm sure someone out there
knows it!), but I think a group of titmice should
just be called a Collection of Cuties.
Thanks for the photos Larry! They are awesome!