I saw a lofthatch today,
Originally I thought it was a nuthatch but I was wrong;
You could tell by its lack of plumage that it wasn’t a nuthatch.
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Unusual (and untrue) fact about the Pintail:
the Pintail is distantly related to the Donkey.
Ornithologists
are often featured in verse,
being flighty ones.
The collared dove
spoke of love,
as one who’s been there before;
another dove did listen,
and did surely the first adore.
.
Soon, the two, did bill and coo,
and those they were their names,
they loved each other dearly,
and played their loving games.
Glorious birds of the sea,
that mean so much to me;
in picture caught,
as only ought
to be.
The gull and the magpie were deep in conversation
Magpie: Well, there is a song about Magpies.
Gull: indeed. Someone once wrote a book with a gull as the title character.
Magpie: And there is another song about Magpies.
Gull: Two songs! Wow! But… every song there is, that ever was, that has ‘girl’ in the title can be sung using the word ‘gull’ instead. Lots of songs.
Magpie: Really. I think most birds have a song or two written about them: Nightingales, Robins, Eagles, Albatrosses (or Albatrossi), Blackbirds, Magpies, so, it’s nothing special.
Gull. True. But the numbers do favour gulls: ‘Gulls just want to have fun’, ‘It’s different for gulls’, ‘Some gulls’, ‘Gulls, gulls, gulls’, and so on.
Magpie: But Magpies are ‘pies’ and everybody loves pies.
Gull: Maggoty Pie? I think not. Everybody loves gulls.
Magpie: I don’t think that ‘everybody’ does love gulls – have you seen all the signs at the seasides and the quaysides? ‘Don’t feed the Seagulls – they are vicious!’
Gull: No such thing as a seagull. We are all just gulls of the sea. Anyway, we’ve just had a bad press. It’s not as if ‘we’ can put up signs saying, ‘Watch out for the people – they are liable to be vicious if you take their ice-creams or pasties!’
They are holding those things aloft for us, and then they get all upset when we accept their offerings. People are so very stupid.
Magpie: You are very persuasive, gull; and, yet, I do believe that Magpies have had (and do have) more poems written about them: ‘Magpie in a Rainbow’, ‘Magpie up a tree’, ‘The Magpie’, and hundreds more!
Gull; Maybe even a dozen.
Magpie: ‘A gull a day keeps the tourist away’:
Gull: You made that up!
Magpie: some of it. But, I dare say there are many more in that vein.
Gull: Probably. I must say that I do ike you, Magpie.
Magpie: Magpies are very likeable birds, once you get to know them.
Gull: As are gulls.
Magpies: unless you’ve ever lost your ice-cream or pasty to one.
Gull: True, very true.
Two Collared Doves,
no partridges,
no pear trees…
and, yet,
a pair, indeed.
Happily they feed,
and fly away
home.
The incense stick
sat slowly blowing smoke rings
that carried lazily across the ceiling,
heading for freedom;
but the way was blocked,
and cumulative smoke rings
gathered against the double-glazing.
.
From the outside,
the garden birds
mused upon the building fog
that was knocking upon the glass;
although their musing was less worry,
and more a muse.
The feeder is clean,
refreshed with various seeds –
see how they love it.
The Robin must eat,
and, having eaten, keep on:
Winter be beaten!
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