Not to break the thread here - the lovely lit/viz specific examples - I
still must announce that the two baby hummingbirds nested in the peppertree
branch below my front window are so large that mama hummingbird can no
longer sit on the nest, in fact, to feed them, she has to stand on the edge
to lean over and poke her beak into their up-pointed, now much wider spread
open beaks (their gums a deep cantaloupe orange), and, further more, yet
unnamable predator birds are diving around the branches and hovering and
mama must rise and put on a wing flapping show to scare them off.
Meanwhile, for the last several days, we been getting one hailstorm after
another. Must be something to be a baby and have your head beat over the
head with cold hailstones!
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> with poetryetc email turned into a twittering machine birds have got
> everywhere in my mind -
>
> bird poems - I recently enjoyed Farrid ud-Din Attar's Mantik ut-Tair
> (Speeches of the Birds) in its rather elegant translation by E Fitzgerald
> ("I have provided a bird's eye view of the Bird Poem"):
>
> Then came the subtle Parrot in a coat
> Greener than Greensward, and about his throat
> A Collar ran of sub-sulphureous Gold;
> And in his Break a Sugar-Plum he troll'd,
> That all his Words with luscious Lisping ran...
>
> and i also re-read Quentin Blake's illustrated Eurip. THE BIRDS and his UP
> WITH BIRDS! While listening to that Rautavaara Cantus Arcticus, concerto
> with birds and orchestra, with the migrating swans in it...
>
> Edmdun
