Above and below photographs are of a young thrush which is, I think, helping its parents to raise a second brood of fledgelings. We both love the idea of thrushes around the garden. They have been in very short supply over the last year or so, so we're both keeping our fingers crossed that these youngsters make it.
'That's the wise thrush -
he sings his song thrice over,
lest you should think he never could recapture
that first fine careless rapture.
Ode to autumn, I think ?????????
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Home Thoughts from Abroad
Robert Browning (1812–89)
OH, to be in England now that April ’s there
And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough 5
In England—now!
And after April, when May follows
And the white-throat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossom’d pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover 10
Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray’s edge—
That’s the wise thrush: he sings each song twice over
Lest you should think he never could re-capture
The first fine careless rapture!
And, though the fields look rough with hoary dew, 15
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower,
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
Home Thoughts from Abroad
Robert Browning (1812–89)
OH, to be in England now that April’s there
And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England — now!
And after April, when May follows
And the white-throat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossom’d pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray’s edge —
That’s the wise thrush: he sings each song twice over
Lest you should think he never could re-capture
The first fine careless rapture!
And, though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower,
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
Thank you, Crowbard. Thought I'd got it a bit wrong
Both your memories are far better than mine and I'm 25 years younger. I don't know how you do it?
Hi Roo, as you get older you'll find you can't recall the last few hours; but stuff from decades ago comes flooding back to haunt or delight you will ye ~ nil ye. (So in a few decade's time I should remember this perhaps?)
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