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Song Sparrow (Melospiza melodia) sets up territory in the river valley of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
24 April, 2012.
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This song sparrow was telling me the reason I shouldn't approach any further on the path. Unfortunately, I had too far to go to return back the way I came, so it eventually had to be the one to yield.
Scientific name: Turdus philomelos.
Famous for smashing open snails and for the sweet song which gives this bird its name. The song thrush was once a common sight in UK woodland, but is sadly in decline. Info: Woodland Trust.
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Jessore, Bangladesh, 2013
Solitude is not so silent.
It has a song.
A song you cant hear.
Language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone. by Paul Tillich
Enjoying a bit of winter sunshine at RSPB Old Moor. One from the archives.
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A pretty Song Sparrow (Melospiza melodia) eating the seeds of the light coloured grass in this image.
In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.
- Mary Oliver
This Song Sparrow posed for me so nicely, I took a few shots then moved on, trying not to disturb it too much!
This song sparrow was singing his heart out as song sparrows are wont to do. They winter here in the Phoenix area, but I'm guessing they'll vamoose soon.
الظاهر تعود على اللي يسويه .. ان قلت له مجروح صد و تبره
ما همه اللي صار في قلب مغليه .. جلدن ماهو جلده على الشوك جره♫♫
الجرح جرح القلب وازليت اداويه .. و ياحره المشتاق الفين حره
ما جاه مني غير حاظر ولبيه .. ما جاني منه غير هم ومظره♫♫
له في عيوني نظرته كلها ليه .. ونجمه غلا عدّت حدود المجره
ولي في عيونه آهتن تشتعل فيه .. حلمن وقف لي والمكافي المره♫♫
لا خنت شخص لا تحاول تواسيه .. اللي حصل ما عاد ينساه مره
ولاصرت متعود على اللي تسويه .. جلدن ماهو جلدك على الشوك جرّه ♫♫
This song sparrow perched nicely in a tree, singing out. Once again, I had opportunities to adjust the background. This color pattern reminded me of fall.
Today is the first day of Meteorological Autumn so I thought it was apt to post this Robin singing his Autumn song, just a few feet from me this morning.
I have noticed that our Robins ,who sing most of the year round, are starting to sing more vigorously again after completing their moult and establishing their Autumn territories..