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    Parker Owens
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Birds - 6. Vireos and the Carolina Wren

More summer birds I hear in the yard and garden. There are fewer of them this year, perhaps. I wonder about this.

Vireos

The vireo, or preacher-bird,

is far less often seen than heard;

he sings quite near the topmost limb,

repeating phrases word for word.

 

Perhaps you’ll get a glimpse of him,

all dressed in green and somewhat slim,

prepared to sermonize all day

and chant the evening vesper hymn.

 

The feathered cleric oft will pray

for caterpillars to fillet;

his homilies cease not for lunch,

siesta time or holiday.

 

He only quiets down a bunch

when footsteps nearing sound a crunch,

though when to romance he is spurred

he might fall silent – that’s a hunch.

 

 

Carolina Wren

The Carolina Wren is small,

but no ear can evade its call

resounding through the wood and vale

from spring until the end of fall.

 

You recognize it by its tail

stuck up at angles without fail,

by cinnamon and gold attire,

and stripes which o’er its eyes prevail.

 

His diet farmers must admire:

it’s bugs and beetles he’ll desire,

or spiders brown which crawl and creep,

and moths drawn closer to the fire.

 

From brilliant dawn to sunset’s sweep

he sings “sweet Germany” to keep

his mate close by with whom he’ll sprawl

within his nest when fast asleep.

If you feel like adding a comment or suggesting other birds, please do. I enjoy every response.
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20 hours ago, northie said:

These birds are your companions; to me, they're exotic and unknown. Yet your wonderful descriptions, far removed from textbook aridity, make them for a moment also my companions. Thank you.

I’m very glad these open a window on the North American birds for you. The Carolina Wren is actually singing in the woods not far away right now. Thanks so much for reading and considering these. 

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