The Carol of the Birds
Whence comes this rush of wings afar,
Following straight the Noel star?
Birds from the woods in wondrous flight,
Bethlehem seek this Holy Night.
"Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here,
Into this stable, poor and drear?"
"Hast’ning we seek the newborn King,
And all our sweetest music bring."
Hark how the Greenfinch bears his part,
Philomel, too, with tender heart,
Chants from her leafy dark retreat,
Re, mi, fa, sol, in accents sweet.
Angels and shepherds, birds o’ the sky,
Come where the Son of God doth lie;
Christ on earth with man doth dwell,
join in the shout "Noel, Noel."
Sophie is not going to pose this week, come hell or high water. She is hunkered down deep in her high walled fleece bed and planning to stay there until the temperatures rise or we go to bed- then she’ll be up, under cover of night, undecorating the tree.
But it is Friday and that’s ARK day so I worked a bit and got this picture of my photophobic Gouldian finch. He made the move from Ann Arbor and lives in the aviary with four others. You can’t see it very well but his primary color is of brilliant green feathers that run down his back and tail. They are cheerful and bright, have a lovely song and enjoy the company of each other while remaining relatively people-shy. Australian finches are different from the parakeets and small parrots that a lot of people keep. They make no raucous bid for attention, they’re tidy and fairly sturdy and they enjoy family groupings. Mine love to makes nests out of bits of yarn and grass, they enthusiastically lay eggs and then their instincts get spotty. They sit their eggs for a couple days and then it’s as though they just lose track of that plan and the whole process is null and void. So I remove the eggs after a week or so and the cycle starts over. I guess they have the song of angels but tiny bird brains. (you can visit the Ark, with a boatful of interesting creatures at Friday’s Ark)