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| "Song Thrush" (Click over to enlarge) Photo: Kindly shared with us courtesy of Craig Bell. If you want to check out more of Craig's bird photos then click here |
I have been sat here enjoying my thoughts of the beautiful song thrush whilst in song at this very time of the year and have written the following poem (with the aid of the thrush) entitled "The Language of the Song Thrush (Feb/March time) which I hope you can enjoy:
Now is the time, the perfect time to listen to the Song Thrush,
Some may call him a "Throstle",
There are others (sad to say) who would call him (Throttle),
He sits so high he cannot go any further if he tried,
It's such a special time of the year for him to show to
ANOTHER, and the World at large, and what a show,
He will sing and sing and sing for one hour at once,
I love to write down his song in my little book,
In a language he would never understand!
"Wee-hoo-weehoo,
wee-hoo-weehoo,
wee hoo whit,
wee hoo whit,
wit woo,
wit woo,
her kleep kleep,
her kleep kleep,
chit chit chit chit,
See-it, see-it"
I think I could listen for hours at such a wonder,
Whilst all the World around are rushing everywhere,
This little fellow imparts his "wolf whistles",
and love to all who'll take time to listen to him.
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| "Song Thrush" (Click over to enlarge) Photo: Kindly shared with us courtesy of Craig Bell. If you want to check out more of Craig's bird photos then click here |