Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
Gannet: drawn from photograph in Sunday magazine- The Hindu
20 march 2004
Kestrel: Drawn from photograph in the book'The gift of birds' published by National wildlife federation(U.S.A)
21 june 2005
Sunday, January 15, 2006
The scene: a traffic light crossing on a university campus in Japan. Carrion crows and humans line up patiently, waiting for the traffic to halt.
When the lights change, the birds hop in front of the cars and place walnuts, which they picked from the adjoining trees, on the road. After the lights turn green again, the birds fly away and vehicles drive over the nuts, cracking them open. Finally, when it’s time to cross again, the crows join the pedestrians and pick up their meal.
If the cars miss the nuts, the birds sometimes hop back and put them somewhere else on the road. Or they sit on electricity wires and drop them in front of vehicles.
Read the full article on these bird brains here
Friday, January 13, 2006
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Hark to the whimper of the sea-gull;
He weeps because he's not an ea-gull.
Suppose you were, you silly sea-gull,
Could you explain it to your she-gull?
You can tell these birds anything and they'll believe you...They are pretty Gull-ible.
Friday, January 06, 2006
They're missing this year. Just the odd ones are here but nowhere near the hundreds we saw last November.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Birds keep flying
in and out of my poem,
perching on the adjectives,
nesting between the lines.
They strut about
on long spindly legs
looking for worms
with their big beaks.
are the most beautiful colours.
One of them is flying upside down.
I think that means
it feels at home.
I wouldn't mind, only
I had forty-eight lines on the nature of life
that they've pecked to ribbons,
and their droppings
have messed up all the rhymes.
I'm afraid they'll have to go.
What shall I say first? Much clearing of throat happened; weighty words of welcome were being considered. Fortunately for all of us, fellow-contributors have set the tone with Nash (of whom I'm told there is an endless supply) and Richard Edwards, poet of great felicity. Hurrah!
As you, sharp reader, will have guessed: this blog is about birds, birding, birders. And what fun we will have!
So, there's nothing for it but to imitate one's betters and declare: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
Real beginner’s luck,
Saw a quack-quack-quacking thing,
Think it was a . . .. grebe.
Tuesday- to the farmyard,
Only mud, but then,
Saw a cluck-cluck-clucking thing,
Think it was a . . . partridge.
Wednesday- out at midnight,
Tom-cats on the prowl,
Heard a twit- twit- twooing thing,
Think it was a . . . nightingale.
Thursday- to the seaside,
Weather grey and dull,
Saw a big white wailing thing,
Think it was a . . . spoonbill.
Friday- brown bird on the lawn,
Outside in a rush,
Saw a worm tug-tug-tugging thing,
Think it was a . . . pipit.
Saturday- to the heathery moor,
Scanned the sky and hark!
Heard a trill-trill-trilling thing,
Think it was a . . . curlew.
Sunday- tired of Birdwatching,
Made a bamboo wicket,
Asked some friends round,
cadged a bat,
Had a game of . . . football.