All Twitter could talk about yesterday was the big chicken. If you haven’t seen the big chicken, here it is.
Last week the Penguins hosted the Flyers at Heinz Field for their outdoor Stadium Series game, and as part of the pregame pomp, seven live penguins—named Crosby, Malkin, Kessel, Kunitz, Letang, Murray and Sully—tottered around a tiny rink.
If you’re interested in attending a Thanksgiving seance, one Twitter user has filmed the creepiest bird video you’ll see today: a gang of turkeys circling clockwise around a seemingly dead cat.
No one can say they didn’t see this coming. Well, the birds can.
Born to a sun-scorched land whose cruelly blistering climes have weeded out all but the most terrifying and murderous critters (and, somehow, koalas), it makes sense that Australians would be better equipped than most to interact with the rare friendly creature that crosses their paths with respect, kindness, and love.
The Audubon Society has a livestream of an osprey nest in Hog Island, Maine, where this spring viewers were delighted to see the parents, Steve and Rachel, hatch three adorable osprey chicks. After a bald eagle attack earlier this month, they are down to two chicks, because nature could not give the slightest shit…
Chinook, a trained bald eagle from the Los Angeles Zoo, was supposed to thrill fans and honor America on July 4th by swooping from the top of Dodger Stadium to his handler on the field. Chinook had other plans out in the parking lot:
Randy Johnson’s bird murder pitch remains maybe my favorite single pitch of all time. Baseball is a sport of massive data sets and averages, which makes strange wrinkles in the fabric of the game, like all 15 home teams winning, easier to appreciate. Johnson’s bird explosion job is the most videogenic example of this.
In a wildlife metaphor for Can-Am relations, or perhaps just another instance of nature being awesome, a bald eagle let a Canada goose know it could murder it any time it wants, but merely chooses not to.
Drew ranked the lamest birds over at GQ.com today, and we’re all fairly pissed at him for turning our work chatroom into a warzone filled with bird takes for a piece he didn’t even publish on this site. (Shout out to Burneko for his all-time terrible opinion, “seagulls are good.”)
I don’t want to get too far into it, but I firmly believe that animals will one day rise up and wage war on their human oppressors. When that day comes, the opening salvo may look something like this:
A mother sparrow emerges from her nest atop a newly visible grave, a grave that had been buried in the cruel, gray snow until this afternoon. It is not yet officially spring, but the days are slightly warmer, and a trickle of water—melted snow—snakes past the sparrowess’ home. For months, to hydrate herself, she has…
You’re probably spending all day watching streams of the NCAA Tournament, and that’s cool, but it can also get a little tense. I’m here to tell you to take a few breaks to de-stress with the peaceful, majestic livestream of a bald eagle nest in Washington D.C.
The bald eagle is one of the most majestic creatures to grace our Earth, a beautiful bird that humankind has come to interpret as a symbol of freedom and defiance. According to Defenders Of Wildlife, there are some 70,000 bald eagles left in North America, which is the happy ending to a remarkable recovery story that…
Deadline acquisition Yoenis Cespedes’s eighth-inning home run put the finishing touches on the Mets’ 3-0 win over the Rockies last night, a victory that put them 3.5 games up in the NL East. It was Cespedes’s first homer as a Met, and he says it’s all about his neon tribute to a little avian gatecrasher.
A raven, or possibly some disguised trickster god, made a run at Henrik Stenson’s tee shot on 14 at the British Open today. It failed to either swallow the ball or pick it up and drop it directly into the hole:
There aren’t many good sports highlights for you today, so here’s a dorky bird knocking a soccer ball into a small goal. The bird also dances.
Owl just crappin’ wherever.
Let's take a little stroll down memory lane, back to the halcyon summer days of 2010, when Kings of Leon cancelled a show in St. Louis after just five songs because a bird shit in the bassist's mouth. Yes, Jared Followill (seen above, in much happier times) got Hot Carled by a pigeon.