Some birds look particularly elegant and graceful when they fly…
And some don’t…
Panicking pigeons are pitiful things,
Flapping and slapping and clapping their wings,
Each one has only one thing on its brain,
And that’s searching for insects, for seeds, and for grain.
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Walk-bobbing-walking like chickens on speed,
Or speeded up clockwork or on some doped seed,
Cooing down chimneys and shitting on folks,
A ridiculous call like a ghost being choked.
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A floundering pheasant’s a physical freak,
With a whirring of wings and a creak from its beak,
You would think they would hide up and shut up all day,
But a clattering rusty noise gives them away.
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There are plenty of elegant fowl in the sky,
The swift and the swallow, the eagle and kite,
With a breath-taking swoop or a beautiful song,
At times, though, evolution just got it plain wrong.
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And on the subject of birds, I couldn’t let you go without letting you listen to the blackbird in our garden who I mentioned in the previous post, who has been singing his little heart out every day:
Your friend is worthy of his/her own dawn chorus. A nifty little poem Mick.
Hugs
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Thanks, David. He sings especially in the afternoon and evening, so we get lovely birdsong throughout the day.
Hugs back.
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I really enjoyed the poem. It’s not only amusing, it’s got a nice lilt. And who doesn’t like birdsong? The only time I haven’t enjoyed it was the year the mockingbird decided to sing in the middle of the night: night after night after…
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That could be awkward, though I have to admit I don’ know what a mockingbird sounds like. Although, from the name alone I would suspect it’s not a particularly beautiful song.
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Actually, it’s quite beautiful, and interesting. The mockingbird ‘mocks’ other birds by repeating their song, and they’re fabulous mimics. I can’t remember exactly how many songs they’ve got in their repertoire, but it’s a lot. I once had one in my neighborhood that could mimic a mallard duck’s quacking.
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Ah, it’s not that their song is harsh and loud, then. Over here, it’s the starlings who are the mimics.
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Excellent! I love walk-bobbing-walking and the near rhyme of folks-choke, really enjoyed this.
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Thanks, Robert. You may visit again!
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I find birdsong quietly re-assuring!
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It definitely soothes the soul (other than the magpies, perhaps), Malcolm.
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you have quite an interesting company in your garden
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Not all of the ones in the poem appear in our garden, unfortunately.
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Cool poem, Mick! We have a variety of birds that come to feed every day, including a pair of pigeons so fat that they can barely even walk without waddling! We also have a pair of gorgeous red cardinals and a common grackle, a bird much more beautiful than its name … sleek, shiny black with a bright blue shiny head! Enjoy your bird friends … they’re much more relaxing than watching humans.
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Ever so much more relaxing, Jill. cardinals I know of, the grackle one I’ve only heard mention of without knowing what it looks like. I’ll have to look it up, now.
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I hadn’t heard of the grackle, but when I saw this unique guy, I Googled and found him immediately.
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He’s a handsome chap, indeed!
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Great poem Mick. Love a dawn chorus, or any type of chorus really. Not a fan of pigeons but your blackbird sounds like he’s having a good day.
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The blackbird gives us all a good day, Jonno. Hope you’re having one, too.
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A poetic bird is lovely thing
Sweet of voice and strong of wing
But don’t look up if their song you’ve heard
For they’ve been known to drop a turd.
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You’re going to have to admit you’re a poet sooner or later, Dave!
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That’s like saying a miniature golfer is a golfer.
(Do they even have miniature golf in England?)
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We do, we call it ‘pitch and putt’. I don’t think I agree with the comparison, though.
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We have pitch and putt too. Not quite the same. For us, pitch and put is a real golf course, but the holes are only 60-80 yards long. Miniature golf is strictly putting around obstacles. It’s been years since I’ve done either – haven’t done miniature since I was a kid, outside of a video game.
I suppose if I had a burning desire to take up poetry I might be able to make something of it, but frankly most poetry doesn’t excite or inspire me. I’m merely at the throw out the occasional stanza just for grins level. (Unlike some folks who write books full of the stuff 😉 )
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Actually, I think they’re much the same over here; I’m confusing the two.
Of course, there are plenty of writers who only write humorous poetry – some of it very good!
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Love it!
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Thank you!
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I recorded a bird that I assumed was a blackbird about 3 years ago and I tried to match the sound but couldn’t get a 100% match with any singing bird. Whatever it was, this bird sang really loud. It sounds just like your bird, so turns out it WAS a blackbird. This bird used to set up home singing outside my window every year for 3 or 4 years. But this year it’s not here, which is a bit sad…
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How lovely to have that outside your window for several years in a row. Their lifespan is around 3 years (I think) so it sounds as though you had a dedicated blackbird!
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btw pigeons might not be the most graceful flyers, but as far as I know they’re one of the fastest birds, if you measure by cruising speed rather than top speed. They can average 60mph/100kph for hours at a time which is pretty impressive. Hell’s Angels spend great deals of money on their bikes and I bet they can’t beat 600 miles in 10 hours! And I bet they can’t refuel on millet sprays or mealworms, either!!
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I’d like to see them try, though! Thanks, Zaden.
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