I and the Bird #92 – The picnic party

Canadian picnic table

‘Twas the middle of winter deep,
When all sane critters are fast asleep,
This Canuck sent invitations
For a snowy celebration.

“Join me for lunch!” the invite said.
“The drinks are free!” it further read.
And so they came, in ones and twos
– free drinks, of course, they can’t refuse.

First to arrive, from overseas,
A motley crew of Indianese.
Worn out, I think, from their long flight
Their first concern, to grab a bite.

Not far behind, the Long-eared Owl,
Who hates the crowds all cheek-to-jowl.
Arriving early to stand beside
the food display – and then to hide.

Coming from the Salton Sea,
This group arrived reluctantly.
After all, what would you choose -
Southern warmth or winter blues?

Our winter’s not all knocking knees,
Indeed some birds are more than pleased
To venture south to our “warm” clime
Where it’s much easier to dine.

That is unless the winter weather
Isn’t kind to birds afeathered.
Little birds yellow and brown,
Forced to eat upon the ground.

I’m not that cruel with my buffet
I lay it out in wide display.
The barbets ate their fruit with glee;
The toucanet, respectfully.

The mockingbird was less polite,
Demanding food with great delight.
“The suet’s out!” – loudly complained.
“I want more grapes! This party’s lame!”

The Eurasian Jay took all the nuts,
Hid them away and off he struts,
Thinking that he wasn’t seen
– a cocky bird he’s always been.

Mother Scops-owl brought her son
A big mistake – she had no fun.
The boy was such a hungry babe
She spent her time stuffing his gape.

The teenage wattlebirds that came,
Compared to him, were almost tame.
They weren’t as bad as I’d’ve thunk,
Too occupied with getting drunk.

Which wasn’t easy, don’t you know,
With all this ice and frozen snow.
The saucers from which birdies sipped,
Frozen sideways when they tipped.

Although we served some caviar
The Snowy Egret liked fish tartar.
Instead of eating from the table
The little pond edge seemed more stable.

The juncos left the table, too,
Its boring spread just wouldn’t do.
The garden’s snowman was much nicer,
The blossom crown such an enticer.

You might call them omnivores,
But Sandhill Cranes are somewhat more.
They took no interest in the frog legs,
Grain instead was what they all begged.

The fruit I’d put out, though quite thawed,
Offended all the bright macaws.
They glared at me and gave a shrug,
And started eating from the mud!

The herons all were quite aloof,
Turned around, took to the roof.
There they stood all hunched and grumpy,
No doubt ’cause the soup was lumpy.

The Lapland Longspur also chose
To eat alone; That’s how it goes -
You plan a lunch and make the food
And all the guests say, “No thanks, dude.”

The starlings had one thing in mind -
The berries blue, not hard to find:
With them I lined my garden wall,
But not what I had planned at all!

The cardinal drank far too much
Fermented fruit and so as such
Got confused and flew into
My living room; it’s such a zoo!

The drink had also gotten to
The roadrunner who ambled through
My house behind me as I went
To tidy up the cups I lent.

The gulls – all five – sat atop
The TV set and wouldn’t stop
Asking me to try to choose
Which was which and who was who.

At least the Ring-bills stayed outside
Calling out as they soared by.
The cry, of course, was to distract
As they dove and took my snack.

The Gambel’s Quail sat in the pots
On my deck that I had got
To plant some flowers for the spring
But he had plans for other things.

I shooed him out and then I found
Some suspect wood upon the ground.
This woodpecker with red cockades
Was on my house chipping away!

The meadowlark’s bright yellow breast
Stood out against the snow the best.
So I could tell that he was busy
Working the chicks into a tizzy.

And that’s when things got really wild
When in should march some birdy-styled
Football players, baseball guys -
I cut off their drinks when I got wise.

But it was too late, they’d had enough
To start a fight and make a fuss
With the birds from Rio Grande -
The Chachalaca took a stand!

“Out! Out!” I cried, “That’s it! I’m done!”
And tried to shoo them out the front
Without much luck, although I tried;
Just the egret did oblige.

To the rest the words I said
On deaf ears they fell instead.
The owlet just looked at me,
His golden eyes alive with glee.

The football guy picked up a book
I had left out – a risk I took -
On woodpeckers and owls here
– and heaved it at the owlet’s beer.

“He looked at me!” the guy exclaimed.
“He’s lucky that he wasn’t maimed!”
I put my head into my hands
And thought of far and distant lands.

And while I took my mental break
A group of parrots (my mistake -
Parrotlets) – the whole family -
Went and ate my garden seed.

In the kitchen’s parrot group
A Puerto Rican stole my fruit,
A guava – seems appropriate
That he’d take my favourite.

The Echos hung from on the pot rack,
Banging pans until I walked back
And opened up the fridge’s door
So they could go and grab some more.

I gave up and went outside
Hoping for a better vibe.
“No such luck!” the Black Kites cried,
As they circled in the sky.

Sure enough, I looked around,
Red berries flung across the ground:
The turkeys had destroyed my sumacs,
Then ran off, leaving just snow tracks.

I thought sadly of the Murre
Who couldn’t make it (that’s for sure),
Whose calm is surely underrated;
It would have been appreciated.

I looked at all the chaos here,
The messy food and sticky beer,
And thought I’d fly to Tennessee
Where Rusty Blackbirds would calm me.

Or better yet, down to Belize
Where Black-and-Blues do much to please
The weary eyes of the winter-worn
Out on the shaded coffee farms.

It would be nice, but here I stay,
At least for just another day.
The mess to clean, stuff to repair -
And then, I’m sure, I’m headed there.

Up the stairs I head for now,
And into bed, with comfy down
To keep me warm while I await
For all this nonsense to abate.

——————-

I don’t proclaim to be the world’s best poet – but I hope folks enjoyed the party as much as I did planning it! (Cleaning up the mess once everyone’s gone home… now that’s another story.)

The cast, in order of appearance:

Madras RamblingsOf legs, tails and beaks!
Owl boxFirst owl of 2009 – LEO!
Two birders to goI love the smell of Snow Geese in the morning!
A DC Birding BlogNew at the feeders: Pine Siskins!
Behind the BinsSiskin visit during an Ice Storm
The Hawk Owl’s NestCosta Rica Earthquake Impacts
Mary’s ViewNorthern Mockingbird Connection
Bird SnappingEurasian Jay caching acorn
Bird Ecology Study GroupCollared Scops Owl feeding fledgling
Ben CruachanA long time coming
Vickie Henderson ArtFunny Pine Siskins
The Birder’s ReportSnowy Egret Fishing the Sacramento Marshes
A SpatteringI built a snow-woman today
Rock Paper LizardCranes eat grains.
TR Ryan** for 10,000 BirdsLicking Clay: the macaws of Tambopata, Peru
Wanderin’ WeetaHeron Condos
Nature Photograph and ArtLapland Longspur photo
Huckleberry DaysKestrels, Starlings and Blueberries
Julie ZickefooseCardinal in the House
Wingbeat: The WINGS Birding BlogThe Boidfriend
MigrationsThe Problem with Herring Gulls
Coyote MercuryWatching Ring-billed Gulls in Central Texas
Aimophila AdventuresSuddenly…
Mike at 10,000 BirdsStalking the Red-cockaded Woodpecker
Birder’s LoungeRoad Trip: Las Vegas, NV
BirdistBird-related Sports Uniform Designs: Part 2
Birding in New JerseyBirding the Lower Rio Grande Valley! Texas Style.
It’s Just MeSnowy Egret Obsession
A birding blog by Gunnar EngblomOwl in Peru
Boreal Bird BlogThe Owl and the Woodpecker
Search and Serendipity2008: Untold stories
Nick Sly** for 10,000 BirdsPhoto Essay – Green-rumped Parrotlets: from egg to adult
Charlie** on 10,000 Birds – The Puerto Rican Parrot
Charlie** on 10,000 BirdsMaruitius’s Echo Parakeet: to the brink and back
James Lidsterlineatus Black Kites from Japan
The Marvelous in NatureHere and gone again
Great Auk – Or Greatest Auk?Requiem for a Murre
Birdfreak.comThe Rusty Blackbird Hotspot Blitz
Coffee & ConservationKnow your coffee birds: Black-throated Blue Warbler
**Also check out all the other fabulous posts as part of Parrot Month on 10,000 Birds!

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35 responses to “I and the Bird #92 – The picnic party

  1. I love the poetry – Great job!

  2. This is fantastic, Seabrooke. Thanks!

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  4. *Wild clapping* Well done. I absolutely love this I and the Bird! I think the poetry is terrific!

  5. The best yet! Amazing and very creative. Well done.

  6. Seabrooke, uh uh uh, WOW! What a treat. Poetry, birds, and a messy, rowdy party, to boot! I love it! Can’t wait to dive into each contribution! And, re-read your wonderful poem! Good job!!!

  7. Wonderful lyrical intro to a great group of blog posts. Its making me a bit nervous to follow you and Tim!

  8. Wow, amazing! Had me smiling all the way – what a party!!

  9. Awesome. That takes some talent. Well put together.

  10. Great job. The poetry is fantastic – well done

  11. Such an incredible presentation! Thank you for the time and effort that went into crafting this carnival (c:

  12. What an accomplishment! And so many species – should we call it biodi-verse?

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  14. Nicely done! Very fun!

  15. Good one Seabrooke, you’re a poet after my own heart!

  16. Ha! That’s really clever.

  17. I love your whimsy, Seabrooke! A lovely poem – what a delight this is. Now I have lots to read.

    Thank you for sharing your wonderful talent with us!

  18. Oh, my Gosh!!!! This was just terrific. You are truly blessed, and now I am too, for finding your blog. Thank you for such a treat!!!

  19. Brava! What a spectacular presentation. I read it with guilty pleasure OUTSIDE enjoying the 75 degree day and warm southern wind. I know putting that puzzle of a poem together definitely took some clever work. You never cease to amaze me! Did you sleep?

  20. Seabrooke you are totally amazing!! Your poetry is delightful and I am agreeing with Vickie that I am afraid you will be a tough act to follow. Excellent job on your creativity and verse for this fun party!

    I am off to read all of the wonderful posts but, once again, thank you for all the time and effort you put into this super IATB #92.

  21. Seabrooke thank you for mentioning my snow-woman! What a delight and surprise. Your poem is wonderful! Now I have your lovely blog to come back to and to check out your participants. Thanks again.

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  23. Argh. I let the deadline slip by and missed being in this wonderful edition! But I’ll spend a lot of time this weekend browsing the folks who didn’t miss it. Thanks for the wonderful job.

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  25. Mind-blowing poetry…and getting a mention in this fine company. I wonder with so many owls among all the parrots if 10000 birds are not doing an owl-month next month.
    It must have taken ages to get all the poetry linked up. I just started my blog a month ago and made my debute contribution to I and bird #91…was thinking of maybe hosting…but too much pressure to live up to such genious.

    One thing Seabrook,hand on heart – the word “Twas” to start off with- did you choose that because it is pronounced any other way – or becuase it looks more poetic? ;-)

    Saludos

    Gunnar Engblom, Peru

  26. Here in the UK we have our annual w/e RSPB Birdwatch survey (30th anniversary). I felt your amazing bird poem was just right for getting us in the spirit, ready for the bird-fest. Thank you.

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  28. Great edition, Seabrooke. I enjoyed your framing poem and all the individual posts.

  29. Thanks, everyone, for the generous comments! I’m glad everyone enjoyed it!

  30. I’m just sorry I wasn’t able to get here sooner. Hands-down one of my favorite IATB hosts to date. Really, really well done!

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  32. Wow, was feeling down for a bit but that piece of awesome poetry really cheered me up! Thanks a ton.

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