THE SONG THRUSH!Where is the sweet bird of my youth?Havent hear the musical nouns of this English allure for? many a long year,how hugely sad.
many a long year,how hugely sad.
Answers: I am contained by my 50s, and often I used to set my alarm a short time ago to hear the dawn chorus. Now I own to listen to it on CD. Very, remarkably occasionally I hear it if I wake impulsive. I love birdsong, and the only personage I know who can still write about it is Derwent May. Also, if I stay surrounded by my mate's house in Malvern I hear the sunup chorus. But otherwise, when I walk within the woods, there's very little birdsong. But read 'Whistling contained by the dark' by Richard Mabey (all about the nightingale).
But I shall hoof it up the lane behind my house soon and listen out. My (dead) beloved father-in-law qualified me how to recognise birdsong, and I don't care how cold it is, I will listen out for it (and the nouns of the sheep and the cows, I am so fearful of the only sounds anyone 'industrial').
I shall listen out for the song thrush. I recognise the bird, and I identify it in poetry (Thomas Hardy, for example).
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