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I took this photograph a week or two back but forgot to upload it. It looks incredibly similar to a Blackbird because from this angle you cannot see his white breast patch. But you can see the silvery edges to his flight feathers which differentiate him from Blackbird. The song isn't as tuneful as Blackbird. The song he was singing when I took this was a series of three rather flat whistles that fade slightly with each note. I took the photograph at a breeding site in the Peak District moors.
Ouzel was originally the name for Blackbird which persisted until the 17th Century. So the Ring Ouzel was the Blackbird with a ring. Water Ouzel was also an old name for Dipper but Ring Ouzel is the only bird that has retained the name. There are close parallels with the name Chough, which was originally the name for Jackdaw, with Cornish Chough distinguishing the red-billed species. So Chough and Ouzel were both once the name of a commoner bird that has been retained for a rarer relative.
A Northern Mockingbird was singing from one of its favorite perches in a Toyon bush.
Arrowhead Marsh, MLK Shoreline Regional Park, Oakland, CA
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.
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
I participated in a "big sit" today. This is apparently a world-wide event where teams of birders stay in one location and see how many different bird species they can see in a single day. Our "A" team was in the morning and by the time I arrived a little before 11:00 a.m., they had seen approximately 90 species. In the two hours I was there, our team saw 1, that's right, 1, new species for the day. But I had a chance to see some favorites up close and personal. This is a California Thrasher, Toxostoma redivivum, Baywood Park, California.
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
Singing Honeyeater
(Lichenostomus virescens
Meliphagidae).
The Singing Honeyeater is one of Australia’s most widespread species of honeyeater, occurring from the shores of Bass Strait north to Melville Island in the Top End. It inhabits many different shrubby habitats, ranging from salt-pruned coastal scrub, to desert acacia shrublands, to stunted tropical monsoon forest, and various other shrubby landscapes in between. They usually forage in the shrubs, taking insects from the foliage and nectar from the flowers, and they also build their delicately woven nests among the foliage of shrubs. (From Birdlife Australia)
Captured at Thargomindah near the Bulloo River at Thargomindah. Taken during my recent trip to Thargomindah, South West, Queensland.
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Rondeau Provincial Park, May 30/16
Thanks to Steve Charbonneau who knocked on the door this morning and asked if we would like to see a Kentucky warbler.
Obviously we said yes.
Steve took us right to it and it sat in the open signing away.
A real rarity at Rondeau.
Geothlypis formosa
Unlike most songbirds, a male Kentucky Warbler appears to sing only one song type. He will sing the same one throughout his life. Although counter-singing males do not match each other's song types the way many bird species do, a male may match the pitch of a competitor's song.
source - Cornell Lab of Ornithology
Probably my greatest tribute to the Bionicle franchise yet, in 2007 a fearsome creature was unleashed from the depths of the sea.
Today it rise again. I present you : the Singing Squid.
Realized as a side piece for the #Bionicle20ans project.
Inspired by this marketing masterpiece : www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPH2QEC6cPw
Fear it.
A Summer Tanager singing from the top of a Blackjack oak. The oaks of the Cross Timbers host a bounty of insects and it draws the neotopicals to migrate here to raise young. Primarily this ecoregion has two oaks-- Black jack and Post oak. The blackjack leaves have three lobes, the post oaks have five. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
The really cool yellow-billed stork (Mycteria ibis), in Masai Mara three months ago.
I will spend the day singing myself, with my gospel choir in Stavanger and the great Swedish artist Samuel Ljungblahd.
Have a nice Sunday!
(Gulnebbstork in Norwegian)
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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!
Aktuelles Foto meiner Singings-Buchrücken xD
Jasmine fehlt -.-
(hatte das im Store mal wieder falsch eingeschätzt.... jetzt ist sie weg -.- ) - aber die krieg ich auch noch xD
The words "singing" and "Nashville" are synonymous, and this Nashville Warbler carries on the tradition.
With all of 5 minutes of sunshine today my little robin made the most of it on his favourite perch and sang his heart out. Beautiful.
Thank you to my little robin for singing his heart out so beautifully and a massive thank you to everyone for looking, commenting and for clicking that wee star. It is brilliant that this image made Explore on the 12th of December 2013. I must treat this robin to extra buggy nibbles today!
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