What follows was translated from bird-talk overheard this morning on the electric wires.
Young swallow to mum:
Which way shall we go?
We'll follow the sun.
When are we going?
When our time here's done.
Shall I stay with you?
We'll see, we'll see.
Can I have rests?
Trust me, trust me.
Where will we eat
when I get hungry?
I know a midden
where there'll be plenty
of midge and fly and we pass close by.
What is it like there?
It's hot, hot, hot.
Is it nothing like here?
No it's not, not, not.
Stop your questions at once.
Take a look round here -
remember my dear one
you'll be back here next year!
Have a good weekend.
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I love this! I took some video yesterday of the blackbirds all moving together through the forest. And the geese have been congregating in My Muskoka ! They flew overhead in formation to another lake. Practicing their formation skills?!
Weaver - love the intrinsic metaphors in this.
Hello Weaver,
Amazing what one can decipher from all that twittering! It's certainly not, not, not, hot, hot, hot here!
I must listen more closely!
very sweet, we saw ten swallows today fliying south, whether they were actually starting their journey to the very south we weren't sure, but they seemed determined...
hello weaver - this is a lovely observation!!! i'm watching the birds these days as they are definitely thinking about the cold days ahead. some of the little animals are already hoarding seeds and nuts. have a lovely day in the dale. steven
"Midge and fly" -how stunning.
Apposite and charming poem, Weaver,good luck to them,bon voyage, I for one, look forward in hope of seeing their welcome return.Did you get your birdy info from facebook or, more likely, from Twitter!
(Ps.You have inspired me to do a crow conversation)
I'll be waiting for them to arrive this side. I wonder how long it actually takes them to fly from Britain to South Africa. Quite amazing.
I think his could be made into a childrens picture book.
Dear Weaver of Grass, it's a birdsong with songlyrics. I really enjoyed it.
Today we spotted 6 killdeer flying in large circles over an open area, around and around. Calling constantly. We decided it was mom and dad training their babies for the migration ahead. Lovely poem! Once I saw a large V of geese going along smartly when suddenly they sort of got confused and swirled around for awhile before heading out again
When the swallows come around in huge numbers and start chirping, I always refer to them as the board of directors. I love your story poem Weaver.
I had birds on the mind today, as well! Loved your poem!
Weaver that poem is great! I too think there's the possibility of a children's book there - seriously!!
Love your little poem.
Here we have some who have raurned but not all of them yet.
Liked it!
A flavour of Robert Louis Stevenson here, one of my first favourites. I shall watch those swallows on the wires with new attention!
Jenn - I too love the geese flying over - we always say here that it they are flying South it means bad weather is coming. These season changes are so exciting for bird life aren't they?
Bonnie - thanks
Similar weather here Derrick. Yes - it is amazing what one hears if one keeps one's ear to the wires.
Pondside - let me know if you hear anything interesting!
Juliet - I think we all watch out for them going at this time of the year - I have never actually seen a departure - I just suddenly notice that they are gone.
Steven - our hedgehogs are beginning to hibernate. We had a huge one eating the cat food the other day so he/she will be well stocked up for winter.
Thanks elizabeth.
TFE - Twitter of course, very funny!
Look forward to hearing your crow conversations.
Robyn - I asked a friend about how long it took - she thought she had read somewhere that it was about ten days before they reached Africa. No doubt somebody in Blogland will be able to tell us.
Thanks to Denise and Tomasso
LL - glad to hear that you are watching the skies too.
Thanks to the rest of you - I am interested in that word "raumed" what exactly does it mean Arija?
Art Propelled - read my next blog for the information re migration. The ten day thing is probably jut to get to Europe. They fly about two hundred miles a day at about twenty miles an hour apparently.
Wonderful!!
I should have known you would be able to translate this!!
Oh how wonderful. So poetic, not like the following.
Jim and I were having a fanciful conversation between a pair of swallows in our barn who still have young in the nest. 'I told you we shouldn't have had that last shag' (excuse language). Now everyone's gone and we'll end up having to stay in this hell hole until next year'. How stupid are we? lol.
Love this Weaver! Spot on in your observations.
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