Hiking the nature trail at Faver Dykes, this bird kept his wings spread as if he was going to launch into flight. The tall pine tree was lending and its branches had grown crooked in a very unusual way. It remind me of a Mother Goose poem.
"There was a crooked man,"
There was a crooked man,
and walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
"There was a crooked Bird"
By PL Fallin
There was a crooked bird,
Who flew a crooked mile,
He found a crooked branch against a crooked sky,
He caught a crooked fish, which caught a crooked bug,
And they all lived together in a tall crooked Pine.