The shrubs have been severely cut down by landscapers in a complex of apartment buildings, some corralled or barricaded (now a seasoned integrated description), others left loose in the fields. attractive flora.
this is not ‘wild.’ The shabby image of an outpost made of ash and dense trees was completely changed in a working morning. This place is far from the countryside but close to the collective fields and sports fields, a friendly place for birds.
There was a little bird in the thicket with tonsils, which was perhaps a little bewildered at first but soon found its nest. The mantis was gone but returned to find its territory reduced to sticks and stumps cut down after an invasion of steel blades. It was felt that it would take more than that to displease this little red ship as it surveyed its shattered world from above, from the ground and within with a series of patrols.
This bird stays on duty despite the intrusion of a warbler, its tail wagging excitedly as it spreads loose soil, and the appearance of curious pigeons.
What does it think of human intrusion? This bird seems to have little interest in humans – but don’t be fooled: it regularly monitors any food sources revealed by soil disturbances and the arrival of humans within its range. it. It can suddenly appear at one’s feet, curiously raising its head to encourage gardening activity.
Often in the past when I lived in other places, I talked to Mr and Mrs. Robin (they looked alike), maybe because there wasn’t any human presence, but they never flew. immediately and completely focus on the wriggling creatures that can turn on the ground broken by a spade or fork.
The birds follow suit when it suits, but if a territorial rival appears, they will take action immediately. Suddenly, there was a confrontation that spiraled upward and head-to-head with feathers and chatter, but nothing was more deadly than in the small dogfights I’ve witnessed. The Coalition departed quickly, the incumbent returning to the vantage point, perhaps to shout some victory notes.
These ‘birds of God’ are ruthless territorial defenders, however, folklore has many stories of kindness and concern for other creatures. The poet William Blake, at a time when wild bird traps were common, and who saw the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wildflower, exclaimed: “A red-flaming warbler in a cage / Anger / Anger the whole heavens in fury.”
This tiny bird is also noted as the last long legged, showing care for the dead and wounded in war. The 17th century writer Michael Drayton wrote: “Covered with moss on the unclosed eyes of the dead, a small red tea cup charity”.
And playwright John Webster in White Devil wrote: “They hovered in the shady groves of O’er / And covered with leaves and flowers / The lifeless bodies of unburied men.”
The nesting activity of birds represents a strong friendship with humans. They would be packed in pots, old kettles and coat pockets hanging in garden sheds, pigeonholes on writing desks, on old beds in the attic, and in times of conflict, these are images. to the homes of soldiers like Meath. poet Francis Ledwidge on the Western Front during World War I: “This is a song a horse sang / This morning on a broken tree / It is about the little fields / It is the call of the world world to me.”
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