I haven't seen a Song Thrush in ages
And then
One
Hopped
Up onto
a gnarled
Post-Perch
And then I had seen one in ages
Now I couldn't say 'I haven't seen a Song Thrush in ages'
But I hadn't.
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Down by the grapevine
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I apologise already: no-one ever likes this as much I hope.
"I haven't touched a drop all month," he boasts, peeling the pint with a vacuum cleaner osmosis.
It's a bugger all ways. Who credits that?
"I never leave the house," he laments, amid the throng of the plaza.
Bastards.
What's your favourite thrush? Its the mistle for me, 'cos of the rather nice name.
I have to say Patrick that the mistle's a fine, fine bird, however, for the moment the redwing's back in my books: I saw three the other day, they were on a golf course.
I wasn't playing golf.
a redwing? Fuck off. I have absolutely no time for those bastards. For a start they are migrants at best...well they are as far as breeding goes as I don't believe they breed here. As far as I'm concerned that makes them lower than the low. Cheaty little buggers. Do you only like 'em because you saw three of them? (It might have been just one flying back and forth in front of you.)
On the other hand a Mistle Thrush used to be called the Stormcock because it sings during bad weather. Also the Mistle protects berry trees in winter from other birds. A firm favourite in my eyes, for those facts alone.
Now, Paddy, you must understand that on the whole over the years the mistle has always occupied the top thrush spot in my bones. But I had forgotten the redwing had it's moments.
I was pleasantly surprised.
Now don't be harsh me lad. the mistle'll reign in the long-run.
I like his toes, if you catch my mechanism.
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