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Bird Nicknames

 I  find myself calling birds by their nicknames.  Usually friends know which bird  I’m talking about. I wonder if you would.

 As I put food out for the birds this morning I found myself wondering if it’s only in Yorkshire that birds have nicknames or if  bird nicknames are used worldwide. 

Maybe bird nicknames are used in countries as far apart as Sweden and India.

Here’s a few Yorkshire nicknames

Golly – an unfledged bird

Stahnil – starling

Jinny oolat – owl

Charley cock – missel thrush

Thrushie – thrush

Blackie – blackbird

Cuddie  – hedge sparrow

Redcap – goldfinch

Spadger  – sparrow

Weetie – chaffinch

Maggie   – magpie

Peewit or teeafit – lapwing

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 Dreamfalcon tells us that
In Switzerland :

  • Eurasian Magpie is “Elster” in German and “Ägestere” in Central Switzerland

  • House Sparrow is “Haussperling” (German) and “Spatz” (Swiss-German)

  • Eurasian Jay is “Eichelhäher” (German) and “Heeregäggu” (Swiss-German)

Dreamfalcon says – Greetings from Switzerland!

Does anyone have anymore nicknames they use for birds?

Bird Alchemy

Alchemy

Since suns have set
and oceans rolled
mankind has sought,
so we are told,
star-locked secrets
to unfold
that magic which
turns base to gold.

 

Pale sorcerers,
Magicians wise,
weird wizards
scanning orbs and skies,
are searching for
that precious prize,
but looking through
unseeing eyes.

 

When sunbeams warm
the sleeping Earth,
and blackbird sings
for all he’s worth
to welcome Spring,
proclaim the birth
Of beauty, hope
and joy and mirth.

 

When gold adorns
bright shrub and tree,
and buttercups grow
wild and free,
spreading far
as eye can see….
that’s Alchemy enough
for me.

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I’d love to know who wrote this poem.  I’ve had it for ages.

Go on – tell me which you think is best NATURE or GOLD! 

Then ask your friends the same question by sharing  this poem –

How many birds are there?

This is a fun competition.  Take time and read the following letter.  Hidden inside all the words and sentences are a lot of bird names – how many can you find – and what are they? 

Bird-Watching Holiday

How many hidden birds can you spot?

Dear Ed,

Starting early we took it easily, and at the Bell Inn, Eton, we picked up Jack Dawling and Ernest.  One chatted a lot, so time passed swiftly, but rain on the motorway was a grave nuisance.  After lunch I decided to hand over the wheel and steal and hour’s sleep, before reaching Ullswater at midnight in gale-force winds.

Next morning on to Scotland, where our hotel is in as fine a glen as I have seen, with rushing stream at the bottom of a steep lovers’ lane.  It is all that is now left of an old mill, but it is now renovated, and very smart inside – no other one for miles around!  Eric rows, though awkardly, leaving Anne to doze in the stern.  Excellent food – no good for taking off inches from the waist or keeping wide awake.  Nothing is wanting, except perhaps regular kilts and pipers.

Love from all,

Ardelle

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This is just a fun competition, because I don’t know the answer!  I have found a few birds hidden in the words. 

I’m hoping we can put a list together and then I can stop looking!

An Early Bird – a video

A few weeks ago I had to set off early morning so I had to put the birdfood out in the dark .  For some reason I decided to video it.  I was surprised to see a blackbird come to the food

It must have been watching me put the bird food out.  Thought I would show you it.

You will see I use a few different feeders.  The one at the back is the top of a broken bird table.  It means I don’t have to put bird food on the grass. 

The bird feeder at the front on the grass is a hanging feeder, but it had been so windy that the seed was being blown away so I put it on the grass for a day or two.

Walking with a wild bird

I remember clearly a walk I had last February. We had a dog then, sadly the dog had to be put down last year.

I was walking on the path and I saw a small bird hopping about in the early morning gloom.   

Early morning, when the night is entwined with the day, is a strange time.  A time when the wild world is with us and nature is part of us.

I didn’t know then that this moment was going to stay with me as then it was just an ordinary walk

I  was walking towards this bird when it started walking towards me.  The dog was messing about.  

I thought this small bird on the ground would fly away because either me or the dog would frighten it. 

We kept walking towards each other, the bird and I. 

It was like something from the OK Corral!

Closer, closer.  When we were close to each other and ‘facing’ each other  we both stopped walking.

I looked down at the bird that was the size of a pebble at my feet.  

The small, tiny bird  looked up at me.  It’s small black eyes seemed to meet mine.  It was a strange moment

I was mesmerised seeing this small bird in extreme close up.  

The tiny, frail bird  was aware I was there and was not frightened. 

I was a few inches away  and I really wanted to know what type of bird it was so I bent down knowing I would frighten it away.  The bird wasn’t afraid and it didn’t move.  It kept looking up at me with black unblinking eyes.   In the half light I  saw

  • The bird’s beak was turned upwards
  • its feet firmly planted on the ground
  • It showed no fear
  • I watched mesmerised as it hopped away, caught a worm, ate it and then
  • hopped back to me

The dog was somewhere sniffing about in the grass.

The bird ignored the dog.  

The dog ignored the bird.

I didn’t speak, the dog didn’t bark and the bird didn’t sing.  All was silence.

This couldn’t go on. 

It was a gloomy morning and I’d never actually been close enough to look down on a bird before from this angle.

I’d never actually seen a bird as this angle before – looking directly down onto it.

In the half light I saw soft, red breast feathers being ruffled by the breeze.

Robin redbreast

A vivid moment.  A vivid memory. Is this what birds are about. 

Ordinary ‘birdy’ moments stay with us as well, such as walking to the shop for the newspaper and a bird sings in the hedge.  Coming back with the shopping and we hear birdsong

I seem to have robins at my bird feeders all the time at the moment so I’m glad they feel ‘at home’ here.  Sometimes I really feel like I run a Cafe for Birds and I have my regular customers who know me.  Such nonsense.

This memory is a nice memory different to the one I have of when I found the soft, sad feathers of a robin that had been killed by our stray cat.

It seems robins pair up as early as December.  The hen builds a nest low and throughout incubation of the eggs the hen is fed by the cock robin.

A robin’s favourite food on the birdtable is crumbs, mealworms and cheese, but there are many good seed mixes especially for robins that can be fed on the bird table.  It’s easy to buy a packet and feed the robin.

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

What is your favourite bird?

What is your favourite bird?

Mine is the sparrow.  My daughter’s is the robin.  A friend who goes walking a lot says his favourite bird is any bird of prey that he sees flying high.

I like the Thrush, but its shyness annoys me, when I see it hanging  back and other birds getting the food.

The blue tit is lovely.  It is a colourful b ird and hangs from the peanut feeder with acrobatic ease.

The wren is one of my favourite birds – but I hardly ever see one!  They are very small and seem to spend a lot of time hidden away.

I will stick to the sparrow as my favourite bird.

Nursery Rhymes, Poems and Prayers about birds

I thought it would be a good idea to put some nursery rhymes and also poems and prayers  about birds together.   Here they are some nursery rhymes

LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST
Little Robin Redbreast
Came to visit me
This is what he whistled,
Thank you for my tea.

Pit, pat, well-a-day,
Little Robin flew away.
Where can little Robin be:
Gone into the cherry tree.

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BIRDS OF THE AIR
A wise old owl sat in an oak,
The more he heard the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
Why aren’t we like that wise old bird

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THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW
The North Wind doth blow
And we shall have snow,
And what will the poor Robin do then?
Poor thing.
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.

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THERE WERE TWO BIRDS SAT ON A STONE
There were two birds sat on a stone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de:
One flew away and then there was one,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
The other flew after, and then there was none,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
And so the poor stone was left all alone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.

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I SAW A SHIP A SAILING
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea,
And oh, but it was laden
With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were all of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailors,
That stood between the decks,
Were four and twenty white mice
With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck
With a packet on his back,
And when the ship began to move
The captain said, Quack, Quack!

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GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER
Goosey, goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who would not say his prayers
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

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Here is a comment from someone from abroad.  It’s a nice little nursery rhymn.-

Hi Trisha,
There’s a comic somg about a Jay Bird – we used to sing it in Guides with actions:

Way down south not very far off
A jay bird died of the whooping cough
He whooped so hard with the whooping cough
That he whooped his tail and his feathers right off!

It’s sung over and over a few times (sitting on all fours) getting faster and faster and everytime whooping is sung you throw your arms in the air!

very impressed with your site!

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I’d love to hear of any more nursery rhymns or poems about birds.

 

Trisha