It sat there preening and picking
about, not in the least shy,
completely untroubled  by my
presence and others walking by
looking across the harbour at fishing
boats and yachts.

As if to prove whan an individualistic
character it could be
it proceeded to run through its
reportoire of birdsong mimicry;
great tit, chaffinch, green
woodpecked and curlew,
amusing itself and thoroughly
entertaining the lucky few.

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Have just been given this poem, but don’t know who wrote it.  I think it’s lovely.

Here is a poem written sometime in the 1920′s or before that date

PICNICS

If you go a-picnicking and throw your scraps about
You’ll never see the little folk go running in and out;
And if you leave your orange-peel all littered on the grass
You’ll never go to Fairy Land or see the Fairies pass.
For empty tins and tangled strings
And paper bage are not the things
To scatter where a linnet sings.

So if you go a-picnicking remember you’re a guest
Of all the tiny people, and you’ll really find it best
To leave their ballroom tidy and to clear away the mess,
And perhaps you’ll see a fairy in her newest dancing dress.

But paper bags and broken combs
Will really wreck the pixie homes
And frighten all the tiny gnomes.

But if you go a-picnicking and you are elfin wise
You’ll maybe  hear with fairy ears and see with goblin eyes;

The little folk will welcome you, and they will open wide
The hidden doors of Fairy Land and you will pass inside,
And maybe see a baby fay
White cradled in a cherry spray,
Although it is Bank Holiday

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Isn’t that a lovely poem?  I wish it was as easy as that to stop fly tipping. 

We are such a consumer society.  A throw away society.  It wasn’t like this when I was young.  For instance we had milk bottles that were recycled for ages.  One milk bottle would  be re-used again and again and again.  Now we use one plastic container every time we buy a pint of milk.  Ridiculous when you think about the millions of people who buy milk.  Why have we gone in this direction?  That is just one instance , but there are many more.

Here’s hoping in the future the countryside is left neat and tidy for wildlife.  Rubbish in the countryside can and does harm wild animals and birds.  We don’t have a right to thoughtlessly tip rubbish, harm wildlife and damage this countryside.  But we do – well some of us do.

The packing of the welly boots
Bought excitement in itself.
The sounds of the barn owl hoots
A few days in a secret world,  I felt.

The panoramic viewsfrom the cosy farm house.
What ran in front of me – wow a field mouse.
Cobwebs on the barn doors.
Hide and seek in bales of straw.

Rounding up cows in thick splodgy mud.
Smells you don’t forget, some would say are good.
Creeping into the house of the hens.
To me this was a heavenlyden.
The emotionwhen finding an egg freshly laid.
To touch its warmth, nature made.

Calves sucking my hands felt weird.
They were eager for their feed.
Early rise for cows milking.
Tired  eyes woul not stop blinking.
Seems like the middle of the night.
Keep away from the bull, could give me a fright.

Barns and sheds, doors led to doors.
Lets go in here, somewhere new to explore.

Long summer days.
The harvests dusty haze.
Running along the tractor trails.
Corn so long, in the wind it sailed.

An adventure to the village church.
The yard, the stones, the flowers, the smell of earth.

To the country town shop.  Oh! what a pleasure.
In the shop’s smooth paper bag, I held on to my treasure.
To open the bag up, back at the house on the farm,
More excitement before the calm.

The calm of the bath and the supper at night.
I hope Ican stay for another days delight

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I am so glad she remembers.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

THE EAGLE

Tennyson  1809 – 1892

It just paints a picture doesn’t it?

Where he has gone is peaceful,
The best rest he has had,
But I still wish you happy birthday
That darling man, my dad.

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I remember when I read Silent Spring many years ago the thought that we had so much power over this Earth amazed the young ‘me’.  We humans had the ability to kill insects, birds and mammals through our technology
 
Rachel Carson covers a wide area in Silent Spring.  She covers the ecology of water, birds, plants, mammals, soil and chemicals.  One of the reasons this book is so memorable is the way she explains and tells the stories.

Rachel Carson was born on May 27 1907 in Pennsylvania, United States. She was a writer and a biologist

She also wrote the ‘Edge of the Sea’,  ‘The Sea Around Us’.
Rachel Carson’s book Silent Spring shocked a lot of people (including me) because it showed how dangerous some pesticides could be. 

Silent Spring has been one of the books that has stayed with me all my life.  I have remembered parts of it when listening to modern news about pollution.  I have remembered Silent Spring when listening to birds singing.  The title is so simple yet so effective.  The message of the book is clear.

It is as relevant today as it was then, which is why it is still in publication and is still being read today.

The Book  THE POETRY OF BIRDS seems an interesting exciting nature poetry book

There are some amazing birds in this world and it seems there is also some amazing nature poetry about birds.

The Poetry of Birds has been put together by one birdwatcher and one poet.

Simon Armitage is the poet and Tim Dee is the birdwatcher.  What a wonderful combinatin.

I have always liked  poetry and I have always liked garden birds.  Nature poetry – poetry  about wild birds -to have this combination in one book is amazing.  I have  put  poetry / nursery rhymes that have a connection with birds on Bird Table News, but it would be wonderful to have a book such as The Poetry of Birds.  I’m sure I would read it more than once – it would be a nature poetry book to savour!

The poems range from  a 14C poem about a Thrush to the modern nature poet Alice Oswald.

Poets observe things in detail and often have see things with a different eye. I wonder what other poems this nature book has in store

There are so many different types of birds to write poetry about.  The wren, the eagle, the sparrow, the seagull, the robin, the crow, the blue tit, the rook, the swallow, the owl.  All so different yet classed under one heading ‘birds’.  I wonder if this bird nature book covers all those birds.

After some hymns and readings, Sally stood wearing wellingtons and a farming outfit. She had a spade in one hand. In the her other she had a mustard seed – which of course we could not see. She ‘planted’ this seed and covered it with imaginary soil. She wanted to show us how one small seed can spread and grow.

Out of a cloth bag she pulled some green material. The school children each got hold of this green material which miraculously in our imagination was the mustard tree fully grown. The happy children pulled and pulled the material – this green cloth mustard tree up the Church ailse past all the congregation. So there was a long, thin green strip on the floor on the Church aisle with children pulling it. This green mustard tree had long green shoots coming off the side and the children passed these long green shoots (green cloth) to members of the congregation sitting in the seats. We each passed the shoot to our neighbour and the ‘mustard tree branches’ were spread out along the rows of the congretation.

Everyone in the Church was involved and the green mustard seed became a wonderful green tree with branches spreading to every member of the congregation.

Then children with cardbird birds on poles ran up the aisle and sat at the top with their birds in their hands. Then Carol asked the children why the birds rested in the tree. A variety of answers were given.

One seed can make so much difference. If you plant one seed it can in time spread and help many other people, animals or nature.

We sang some lovely hyms and had some readings that the children and adults could understand.
Here are some of the Hymns.

FOR THE FRUITS OF HIS CREATION

For the fruits of his creation
thanks be to God;
for his gifts to ev’ry nation,
thanks be to God;
for the ploughing, sowing, reaping,
silent growth while we are sleeping,
future needs in earth’s safe-keeping,
thanks be to God.

If you would like to read the whole of this Hymn please click this link -
FOR THE FRUITS OF HIS CREATION

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Here is the first verse of THINK OF A WORLD WITHOUT ANY FLOWERS -

THINK OF A WORLD WITHOUT ANY FLOWERS
Think of a world
without any flowers,
think of a world
without any trees,
think if a sky
without any sunshine,
think of the air
without any breeze.
We thank you Lord,
for flowers and trees and sunshine,
we thank you, Lord,
and praise your holy name.

Doreen Newport (b. 1927)

If you would like to read the whole of this hymn please click this link 

THINK OF A WORLD WITHOUT ANY FLOWERS

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Here is the first verse of WE PLOUGH THE FIELDS AND SCATTER

WE PLOUGH THE FIELDS AND SCATTER
We plough the fields and scatter
the good seed on the land,
but it is fed and watered
by God’s almighty hand;
he sends the snow in winter,
the warmth to swell the grain,
the breezes and the sunshine,
and soft refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us
are sent from heav’n above;
then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord,
for all his love.

Mathias Claudius (1740-1815)
trans. Jane Montgomery Campbell (1817 – 1878) alt

If you would like to read the whole of the Hymn please click this link -

WE PLOUGH THE FIELDS AND SCATTER THE GOOD THINGS ON THE GROUND

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There was then another hymn. This was one verse. I don’t know if I can put this hymn on Bird Table News. The title was – YOU SHALL GO OUT WITH JOY

There was clapping as well as singing in this Hymn. We sang it three times and each time we were asked to clap and sing louder. Adult voices mingled with childrens voices.

Birds were mentioned in this hymn as well.  It was lovely to give thanks for our food and think how we are all tied into nature and to be one congregation in one community.

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Do we take food for granted?  Do we take our Churches for granted?  Do we often think how we are linked to nature?

In the just reward of labour,
God’s will is done;
in the help we give our neighbour,
God’s will is done;
in our world-wide task of caring
for the hundry and despairing,
in the harvests we are sharing,
God’s will is done.

For the harvests of his Spirit,
thanks be to God;
for the good we all inherit,
thanks be to God;
for the wonders that astound us,
for the truths that still confound us,
most of all that love has found us,
thanks be to God.
Fred Pratt Green (b.1903)

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THINK OF A WORLD WITHOUT ANY FLOWERS
Think of a world
without any flowers,
think of a world
without any trees,
think if a sky
without any sunshine,
think of the air
without any breeze.
We thank you Lord,
for flowers and trees and sunshine,
we thank you, Lord,
and praise your holy name.

2.
Think of a world
without any animals,
think of a field
without any herd,
think of a stream
without any fishes,
think of a dawn
without any bird.
We thank you, Lord,
for all your living creatures,
we thank you, Lord,
and praise your holy name.

3.
Think of a world
without any people,
think of a street
with no-one living there,
think of a town
without any houses,
no-one to love
and nobody to care.
We thank you Lord,
for families and friendships,
we thank you, Lord,
and praise your holy name.

Doreen Newport (b. 1927)

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WE PLOUGH THE FIELDS AND SCATTER
We plough the fields and scatter
the good seed on the land,
but it is fed and watered
by God’s almighty hand;
he sends the snow in winter,
the warmth to swell the grain,
the breezes and the sunshine,
and soft refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us
are sent from heav’n above;
then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord,
for all his love.

He only is the maker
of all things near and far;
he paints the wayside flower,
he lights the evening star;
he fills the earth with beauty,
by him the birds are fed;
much more to us, his children,
he gives our daily bread.

3.
We thank thee then, O Father,
for all things bright and good;
the seed time and the harvest,
our life, our health, our food.
Accept the gifts we offer
for all thy love imparts,
and what thou most desirest,
our humble, thankful hearts.

Mathias Claudius (1740-1815)
trans. Jane Montgomery Campbell (1817 – 1878) alt

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There was then another hymn. This was one verse. I don’t know if I can put this hymn on Bird Table News. The title was – YOU SHALL GO OUT WITH JOY

There was clapping as well as singing in this Hymn. We sang it three times and each time we were asked to clap and sing louder. Adult voices mingled with childrens voices.

Birds were mentioned in this hymn as well.

 
We plough the fields and scatter
the good seed on the land,
but it is fed and watered
by God’s almighty hand;
he sends the snow in winter,
the warmth to swell the grain,
the breezes and the sunshine,
and soft refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us
are sent from heav’n above;
then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord,
for all his love.

He only is the maker
of all things near and far;
he paints the wayside flower,
he lights the evening star;
he fills the earth with beauty,
by him the birds are fed;
much more to us, his children,
he gives our daily bread.

3.
We thank thee then, O Father,
for all things bright and good;
the seed time and the harvest,
our life, our health, our food.
Accept the gifts we offer
for all thy love imparts,
and what thou most desirest,
our humble, thankful hearts.

Mathias Claudius (1740-1815)
trans. Jane Montgomery Campbell (1817 – 1878) alt

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he fills the earth with beauty, by him the birds are fed;