Today's "thing" seems remarkably unlikely, but we'll give it go The Californian Bush Jay has been observed by scientists to give “funerals” for other birds – gathering, and giving a special call, known as a “scold” - regardless of species. ( I told you it seemed to be rather unlikely ) ( Even the photograph seems a bit other-worldly) ( Anyway, who are these "scientists) ( Shouldn't they be doing something "useful") (Disclaimer ... the following poem is not mine .... I wish it was, but it ain't ) Said the Jay, he was my brother, Though we had feathers of a different colour Though his land was different from my own, And from different eggs we had grown Still, he was my brother, And we mourn him just the same Chorus Once we dreamed of wings, the lightest secrets of flying things Now earth holds us down, and we close our eyes But just as all who fly, with wings unclipped they should see the sky I will let the tears roll, for all who fall Said the Jay, we'll sing the song Of all his loves and his battles, his whole life long All the air he held beneath his wing, All the joy he did bring We'll sing his song, And we'll mourn him just the same Chorus Said the Jay, hear me scold, To bring all our kind to the memory of his soul, A stranger, or friend, you have never known From a distant land he may have flown Still, hear me scold For we'll mourn him just the same Chorus Here's that song, actually sung .... rather beautifully .....
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