This is exactly the way I feel inside sometimes when I have had my feathers ruffled. Notice the unapproachable look, almost a daring come on and the very sharp beak. There is also the affronted admonishment, which can be further described as, “Don’t even try to smooth or soothe me.”
I can almost feel the warmth being exhaled from the impressively flared nostrils. There is a sort of hurt glimmering across the set features and the eyes see right down into your soul.
What a fantastic pose this elegant fowl has struck. A bit of sorrow shadows the eye but the nobility in the posture is unmistakable. I imagine the talons this bird possesses are long and sharp, and the wingspan must compete with that of an eagle.
This is an incomparable, a non-plus, an elegant bird of prey. I am drawn to him or her because of the beauty, dignity and for all intents and purposes, the familiar expression captured by the lens.