No, it's not the latest alt.punk band. Whatever alt.punk might be. I went to Chester once to see a Dark-Eyed Junco. 25-1-98 it was. But this was no ordinary sort of twitch. Oh no. Let's pause a moment ... have you any idea what was unusual about it ? Here's a non-helpful, totally useless picture to stop you seeing what it was. It's an average day on the North Wales coast by the way. Above average probably. You've got to admire that fractus. OK then .. here we go.... Someone had spotted the Junco in his garden. And he'd let the world know, so that all us hoi-polloi, dribbling twerps and Dregs Of The Earth* could trail through his lovely quiet house and get mud all over his beautiful expensive carpet to see it. Which we did. Now that is true goodness, philanthropy and generousness-ness-ness out of all common-sense and r-e-a-s-o-n. I've been to other events of that type too ... there was one where all 50+ of us sat in someone's lovely garden for most of the day and didn't see the target bird. We had cakes served and all sorts. But what an interesting day that was. The big question has to be ... if you (or for that matter, me) found such a thing in your garden, would you let the world know ? I think I would have to. It would be a mean trick not to. But I'm not at all sure what The Significant Otter would have to say about it. I could put her up in a Luxury Hotel for a few days, and take a collection from all the visitors to pay for it .. except I would say it was for lost dogs/abandoned cats/the donkey sanctuary. I'm a devious old Hector. Plus ... I think any householder who makes the awful decision to turn their house into what is essentially a public toilet deserves a telegram from The Queen, or even better, Michaela Strachan, plus a Blue Plaque on their wall complete with a painting of the bird in question. Now that would be something. Stuff Banksy. So ... you might find a Veery in your Veery own garden this Veery day. And you'd have to make that decision. Be very (Casso)-Wary I'd say. But do it anyway... I think this is a suitable choice of music ... Leave me alone is all that I say
When I have nothing in me to give away A purple martin in her house, she hollers at me ( don't tell anyone) Why be inhuman ? Why be like me ? Like so many robins, like so many doves Like so many lovebirds with so many loves Like the songs of the bobwhite without any words ( keep it quiet) When we are inhuman we're one with the birds At six in the morning you rise from the pillow Stand steaming above me ; I slumber below I'm one with the blanket laying fragrant and loose You're one with a whipporwill, you're one with a goose ( no! no! ) Like so many robins, like so many doves Like so many lovebirds with so many loves Like the songs of the bobwhite without any words ( don't touch that phone !) When we are inhuman we're one with the birds So tweet with me and widely spread Your olive wings ; embrace my head Fly with me 'til we are dead And one with the birds Like so many seagulls, like so many hawks Like so many thrushes and so many cocks A swallow will tell you without using misleading heartrending words When we are inhuman we're one with the birds "When we hide our feelings we may as well fly away" * ..that IS an alt.punk band. Obviously.
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