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This Dunnock was one of a few that frequent my garden, they nest in the trees and bushes as well as the ivy shrouded ash are that grows down beside the gate leading to the woodland behind my house. Here he is singing his beautiful song.
As I approached Yew Lake on Cypress Mountain I could hear this amazing bird song; it was so beautiful. I was quite surprised to discover that it was the American Dipper.
Such Singing in the Wild Branches
It was spring
and I finally heard him
among the first leaves––
then I saw him clutching the limb
in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
all trim and neat for the new year.
First, I stood still
and thought of nothing.
Then I began to listen.
Then I was filled with gladness––
and that’s when it happened,
when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree––
and I began to understand
what the bird was saying,
and the sands in the glass
stopped
for a pure white moment
while gravity sprinkled upward
like rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing––
it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed
not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfect blue sky–––all of them
were singing.
And, of course, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn’t last
For more than a few moments.
It’s one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true,
is that, once you’ve been there,
you’re there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then––open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.
-Mary Oliver
At my sister's today. Singing as I got out of my car by the small Holly tree it was in, dull so taken with flash
Found a pair of Carolina Wrens in a big briar patch. They were singing up a storm. This one was the more animated and looking a bit scruffy. Think it just molted. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
The Singing Honeyeater has a plain grey-brown upperbody, a distinctive black streak through the eye from the bill to the neck, bordered by a yellow streak below the eye grading into a white throat, and a white to grey underbody streaked dark grey-brown. There is a small, inconspicuous white ear-tuft, usually hidden by the yellow ear coverts (feathers). The bill is black and the eye is dark brown. Young birds are similar to adults, with a lighter forehead and crown and a narrower, duller face marking. This widely-distributed species is known for its pleasant voice and is usually seen in small noisy groups of five or six birds.
This guy was singing quite loudly it helped me locate him in the tree. This has not been cropped. The more I use this camera the more I love it!
Melbourne - Swanston Street. The singer was making up a song for this young lady - and she sang along. Silver Efex Pro: Fuji Neopan ACROS 100 and orange filter
Redwing Blackbird singing its song. Sackville Waterfowl Park, Sackville, NB. 25 April 2021. DSC_8419-002.
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