Black and White Photography by Robert David Atkinson.
"As a titmouse, I've often marveled at the subtle wonders of my world, especially the mysteries concealed within my very being—the head bristles that adorn my crown. These unassuming tufts of feathers are the keys to unlocking a realm of sensory perception that few outsiders truly know. They are my connection to the rhythm of the wind, the symphony of leaves, and the heartbeat of the forest.
These head bristles are my guides, finely attuned to the whispers of the air. They sense the gentlest shifts in temperature and pressure, revealing the landscape's secrets. With their aid, I navigate my habitat, tracing invisible trails that lead me to hidden insects and sustenance. These bristles also tell stories—the vibrations they detect carry tales of approaching danger or the presence of fellow birds, helping me interpret my ever-changing world.
So, as you observe me, remember that these head bristles are not just feathers atop my head. They are the guardians of ancient wisdom, the keys to survival." – RDA
