Well not all... but for unexplained reasons I gravitate to English writers ...
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roars: I love not man the less, but Nature more…” Lord Byron
I did!! :-). Thanks, Parson!! Good for you to be able to command the raven on the fence, Mila! lol I enjoy poetry, but I don't always "get" the more esoteric ones.
Of course Edgar Allen Poe... I decided to not pay attention back in high school or was it English 101 in college... too long to remember. To my frustration, I never got poetry, not even the romantic one. But of course Raven's talk, haven't you heard them mumbling? There is one that sits in the back on the fence, it is as huge as a chicken. I tell him to go and he is gone. (*‿-)
There is a famous poem by Edgar Allen Poe called "The Raven," in which the raven says, "Nevermore." https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48860/the-raven
Here is an online synopsis, Mila: The poem begins after midnight on a cold December evening. A man, the narrator, sits alone by the fire dozing off as he reads a book, hoping to forget about Lenore, his lost love.
While he sits, he hears a knocking at the door. He gets up to answer, apologizing in the process, only to open the door and find absolutely nothing there. With it being after midnight, he's a little creeped out, so he tries to tell himself that it's just the wind hitting the window. When he goes to the window to remedy the problem, however, what should swoop in, but the Raven.
Unlike a normal bird that would probably fly around the room scared, the Raven just perches itself on a statue of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, above the door. Rather unnaturally, the narrator begins to talk to it, asking for its name. And while you wouldn't expect a raven to be able to answer, he does respond with, 'Nevermore.'
Of course, this is alarming for a couple of reasons. One, the Raven is actually talking. Two, the only thing he ever says has such a foreboding connotation that the narrator can't help but be unnerved. In fact, he is so rattled that he just keeps asking questions to which the Raven continues to respond with the same answer. And sadly, that is the last answer the narrator wants to hear. By the end of the poem, the narrator has lost his mind, giving in to the sorrow of losing his lost love Lenore and knowing that she will return 'nevermore.'
Yes -- it would be interesting to know if the songs are the same between our two kinds of blackbirds, Sylvia. The females of the species are so drab. Good for you, Mila, and you can keep up with a garden. I'm not good at that.
I saw Li but Tea usually "chats" more. Tea, I should do the same and get things done around here (home & garden). I will be getting off daily, I have to deadhead the roses daily or they become a mess. Particularly when it rains. See you around! (‘ ‿ ’)
Yes, it's amazing, we have only one blackbird, the male is totally black but has a yellow beak and a yellow ring around its eye. The female is just a brown bird, very unimpressive. The male is a great singer, though!
@WhiskersNFeathers Hello Mila :) I’m fine, just have had a few things on my mind lately. Have a good rest of the day! I’m getting off for a while so I can get a little work done. See you tomorrow🧩
Food solves everything, Parson!! He was, Ed, but he took off shortly after that. I love seeing and hearing them, too. I haven't seen the female yet. I know they come a little later. Thanks, Tea. :-)
Interesting, Jacki. So you've had unseasonably cold weather, too, then. Our pond where I usually find them in the spring is totally open, thankfully. I hear them near our house, but haven't seen any at our feeders. I imagine it DOES get expensive! Thanks, Mila and Patsy. It's hard to wait for medical news, Parson. I've been there before. I'm sorry they had to postpone it. I know you're resting in His peace, though.
The news I got was that they had to postpone my PET Scan until Thursday, May 12th because the storm we had - large hail, heavy rain, and high wind had flooded the area of the PET Scan, Li.
There is a swamp down the hill from us. Usually when the redwings arrive they are a little early for any insects in the swamp, so they come up here to our feeders. In a week or two the females join them, and soon after that they all vanish into the swamp. This year, because of the continuing cold weather both male and female have been here now for almost two months. I do hope the weather warms up enough for the swamp to be ready for them soon. Much as I love them, they don't do their trilling here, they just eat. It's getting expensive!
They must weigh less than they look like they would, Mila. I waited until he trilled to take the pic. They usually puff up when they trill. This one isn't as puffed as they sometimes get. It IS getting warmer -- 70 (F) on Monday, then back in the sixties with rain. Thanks, Jacki. There's one place I go where I'm pretty sure to see RWBs in the spring.
WOW you got all the color! Aw, this is exactly how I used to see them back in FL. I always wondered how the thin grasses could hold their weight. Is it still cold there? He looks puffed. (‘ ‿ ’) Great job!
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