Cardinal without head feathers
face like a chicken nugget shriveled
from days under the sun
(Not my photo but I do have a bald cardinal who visits my backyard regularly. Poor thing.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
What a sight.
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Indeed. Now I know where Henson got his idea for the Skeksis in Dark Crystal.
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LOL!
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Glad it made you laugh, JM!
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I wonder what happened!
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Take it for what it’s worth but from what I read online, it could be anything from a bad molt to mites or parasites. I certainly hope those feathers grow back.
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Me, too!
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Poor baby!
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I saw another cardinal today who looked like she was molting and she was partially bald on her head. I guess this is the molting time of year.
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Oh good, then it’ll grow back!
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Hope so. I’ll keep you posted.
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👍🏻
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Haha, well put.
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Thanks, Professor!
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