I've watched ravens play, gnu. Diving, then suddenly rolling, sometimes seeming to glide belly up- it's a wonderful ballet of the air. I love to watch them, and I love their remarkable vocabulary of calls and talky sounds.

Barn and tree swallows play Drop and Catch the White Feathers over and over again with no discernible goal except the game itself and the practice of flight maneuvers. We keep a couple of white feathers handy for that purpose.

Finally, cedar waxwings spend time apparently playing with flower petals, or berries. They pass them up and down long lines of waxwings perched on branches. The berries they eat, eventually, but the petals? Petals all seem to end up floating to the ground when the game is over.

Eagles are amazing, I agree.

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