You lucky lot! .. here's my latest "collection" of "poetry" written by "ME" !! This one was from post # 1070 ( a bit late,actually )( perhaps my muse is waning ) You can see the whole gripping post at the end of this nifty link 1070-hey-us-birders-are-all-self-taught.html We're all self-taught Now that's a thought Years of getting it right .. and wrong And learning every call and song And every day there's more mistakes But worry not ... that's what it takes. Who knows how many thousand days to know the birds and all their ways it takes .... and all those miles to walk and cycle, drive and hitch and stalk to see, or not to see, "the" bird. The whole palaver's quite absurd but we do it, we love it so Till our last breath, Hey ho! Hey ho ! We haven't had a "poem" for ages and this one went through many stages and lots of hastily discarded pages and NOTHING in the way of "WAGES" ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This next one was from post 1074 .... and it gets to the real reason for Dominic Cumming's trip to Barnard Castle ... and there's a challenge for you towards the end .... good luck with that.... The reason he drove forty miles to get to Barnard Castle was nowt to do with relatives, they're nothing but a hassle his real aim was twitching, 'cos on those castle walls the target bird had shown quite well, the watchers all enthralled ! but that was twenty mins ago Oh no! Oh no !! Oh noooo ! I know that's just a silly rhyme (a better one I couldn't find) The crowd was getting out of hand And Dominic and his merry band (that's all his family in the back) Were desperate to tick the mega It was a quite elusive beggar ! Dom's eyesight wasn't up to much So he raised his pricey nockers He always carried 30 pairs Each in their individual lockers It's the sort of thing rich people do To show they're richer than me or you. It showed again, to his delight And I spotted it, though time was tight dos gris, ailes rouges, bordées de noir, Gorge noire aussi, we yelled "phwoaar" !! But what it was you ought to know The evidence is all on show. I really enjoyed writing that, and I hope Dom would enjoy it too. You can read the whole articule at the far end of this link ... 1074-dcs-real-reason-for-going-to-barnard-castle.html ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This dinky poem was about a sort of year-ticking race that involved spotting all the birds in The Observer's Book of Birds in reverse order over a calendar year. Many will remember the mega-daunting task Involving the Observers Book of Birds What could it be ? , you're sure to ask ... it seems to have attracted lots of nerds read on, read on, you birders, and see what's to be done its just about absurd as a woodlouse marathon ! If you want to see the whole thing, here's the link to it .... 1086-retrograde-year-ticking.html you know you want to ... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ted filled his bins with Helium He thought he'd made them lighter He sealed it in with chewing gum Which made them rather shite-er ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RSPB underpants only cost 4 quid I'm zipping out to get some, like everybody did They're not really up to much, I wish I hadn't now Their droopyness is chronic, making me look like a cow ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm going to scribble something nice About The Flat Controller But I cant think of owt at all Except -um, -oh and -er. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At Grumbling Stumps a special bird has got very hard to see It is normally dead easy, and it's on the sightings board But NOBODY has spotted one, so it isn't only me I've pished and squeaked and pinged, and got terminally bored ! The management don't like to say that some bird isn't there They need to shovel people in , though it isn't really fair. Profit before principles now seem to be the rule And we, who spend their money, are treated like a fool ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've got a little book of birds The Waxwing turns up first. The Hoodie's next ( a bit absurd) I suppose it could be worse Next up is the cheery Chough Then the Ouzel (Ring) appears And then the Mistle Thrush The Dipper's next, then Bunting (Reed) Then finches Chaff- and Haw- You've now got everything you need So.. what was the next I saw ? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope that all those verses were reasonably OK And here's a song about those somewhat sultry "nuits d'été ."
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