Originally posted by vinteuil
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What birds (are you/have you been) watching? What birds have been watching you?
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Originally posted by gradus View PostA Pied Wagtail busy-bodying around on the grass this morning. How on earth does their vision work with that constant head-banging?
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Originally posted by oddoneout View PostHead movement helps some birds home in on flies etc because of the way their eyes work - whether they look forward or to the side. I was struck many years ago by the difference in this respect between the chicken and turkey chicks I raised one year; the turkeys would see a fly and move the head directly towards it, whereas the chickens had to do a certain amount of side to side head movement and then jab. Thinking about your comment set me wondering how much the head does actually move though or whether the extravagant tail movement(to flush out insects it is suggested) and their rather jerky way of walking gives the impression that the head is also moving to a similar degree? Need to find a video to check that out.
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Bit of colour at the seaside. Will the announced expansion of MacD's activities bring more to Britain? https://www.birdguides.com/gallery/b...aster/1072075/
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Originally posted by vinteuil View Post... was it making a mane, and singing "Whaur sail we gang and dine the day?"
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I was obliged to learn it by heart at school and, aeons later, find that I still remember. Perhaps it's that early senile thing of remembering trivia from the past but being unable to recall where one left the car keys five minutes ago.
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... hmmm. The version I have [ collected and published in 1611 by Thomas Ravenscroft , in his collection Melismata. It is recorded as Child Ballad #26 ] -
As I was walking a’ alane,
I heard twa corbies makin’ a mane.
The tane untae the tither did say,
Whaur sail we gang and dine the day, O.
Whaur sail we gang and dine the day?
It’s in ahint yon auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair, O.
But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair.
His hound is to the hunting gane
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady ta’en anither mate,
So we may mak’ our dinner swate, O.
So we may mak’ our dinner swate.
Ye’ll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I’ll pike oot his bonny blue e’en
Wi’ ae lock o’ his gowden hair
We’ll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O.
We’ll theek oor nest when it grows bare.
There’s mony a ane for him maks mane
But nane sail ken whaur he is gane
O’er his white banes when they are bare
The wind sail blaw for evermair, O.
The wind sail blaw for evermair.
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