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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Jul 30, 2019 20:41:17 GMT -5
I would kind of like to learn more about birds than I know now. Name some of your favorite birds. I really like the Great-tailed Grackle. Both its name and looks: I'm torn about blackbirds because they let me know I've spent the night awake and dawn is coming. I know I hate willow warblers, though, they have an incredibly annoying call.
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Post by Esmé's meme is meh on Aug 2, 2019 11:55:49 GMT -5
These guys are my favs
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Post by Reba on Aug 2, 2019 16:38:35 GMT -5
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Post by Reba on Aug 2, 2019 16:49:35 GMT -5
good book about a bird: The Peregrine by JA Baker
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Post by Foxy on Aug 3, 2019 12:07:47 GMT -5
My favorite bird is the black-capped chickadee. Its song is my favorite bird song.
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Aug 8, 2019 18:38:53 GMT -5
I like how some birds have onomatopoeic names corresponding to their call, like the chickadee. Others include the chiffchaff, cuckoo, kiskadee, pewee, phoebe, bobwhite, chuck-wills-widow, and supposedly the bobolink (though I don't hear it... but their call does sound cool).
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Onder
Reptile Researcher
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Post by Onder on Aug 13, 2019 22:17:26 GMT -5
“The Lord God Bird” or the Ivory-Billed woodpecker - I admittedly learned about it through a Sufjan Stevens song. This puppy had (has?) a wingspan of 30 inches and is believed to have gone extinct in the 1940s although there have been many modern-day reported sightings of the bird in the Deep South. The Wikipedia article is pretty interesting: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivory-billed_woodpecker
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Post by Reba on Aug 21, 2019 23:22:09 GMT -5
The crow among birds is like the local professional among human poachers: he haunts the place and clears everything—it would be hard to say what comes amiss to him. He is the impersonation of murder. His long, stout, pointed beak is a weapon of deadly power, wielded with surprising force by the sinewy neck. From a tiny callow fledgling, fallen out of the thrush’s nest, to the partridge or a toothsome young rabbit, it is all one to him. Even the swift leveret is said sometimes to fall a prey, being so buffeted by the sooty wings of the assassin and so blinded by the sharp beak striking at his eyes as to be presently overcome. For the crow has a terrible penchant for the morsel afforded by another’s eyes: I have seen the skull of a miserable thrush, from which a crow rose and slowly sailed away, literally split as if by a chisel—doubtless by the blow that destroyed its sight. Birds that are at all diseased or weakly—as whole broods sometimes are in wet unkindly seasons—rabbits touched by the dread parasite that causes the fatal ‘rot,’ the young pheasant straying from the coop, even the chicken at the lone farmstead, where the bailiff only lives and is in the fields all day—these are the victims of the crow.
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Dec 4, 2019 16:25:43 GMT -5
I found out about some crazy-ass birds: Bell bird Potoo Vogelkop - this dapper dan turns into a jumping, fire-eyed little demon during his mating rituals. The Tawny Frogmouth is also a pretty odd looking fella. As is the nightjar, who can also hiss like a snake.
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Apr 9, 2020 18:48:31 GMT -5
I found out the Yellow-faced Myna from New Guinea sounds like some creatures from Star Wars:
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Post by Reba on Apr 9, 2020 20:52:31 GMT -5
The ones that disappeared are back The Phoebe and the Crow Precisely as in March is heard The curtness of the Jay — Be this an Autumn or a Spring My wisdom loses way One side of me the nuts are ripe The other side is May.
The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances — His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport's Working Classes — He has the punctuality Of the New England Farmer — The same oblique integrity, A Vista vastly warmer —
A small but sturdy Residence A self denying Household, The Guests of Perspicacity Are all that cross his Threshold — As covert as a Fugitive, Cajoling Consternation By Ditties to the Enemy And Sylvan Punctuation —
She sights a Bird — she chuckles — She flattens — then she crawls — She runs without the look of feet — Her eyes increase to Balls —
Her Jaws stir — twitching — hungry — Her Teeth can hardly stand — She leaps, but Robin leaped the first — Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,
The Hopes so juicy ripening — You almost bathed your Tongue — When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes — And fled with every one —
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Post by Reba on Apr 9, 2020 20:55:38 GMT -5
back in the good old days the lads had to memorize this one in school
I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
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Post by Reba on Jun 8, 2020 23:00:04 GMT -5
this picture of an australian magpie chasing a kid is the most metal thing i've ever seen
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Jun 11, 2020 19:32:58 GMT -5
Let Tom Waits tell you a little something about the extinct passenger pigeon (first minute or so):
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Post by Reba on Apr 7, 2022 9:30:17 GMT -5
This fella is called the PALE CHANTING GOSHAWK
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