written and posted by members of Lancashire Dead Good Poets' Society

Saturday 25 January 2020

Twitching

The RSPB's annual Big Garden Birdwatch week-end has rolled around again and as I prepare to stare into the depths of my small back garden for the allotted hour, I can almost guarantee what I am going to see - the same as every day. To wit: one jocular robin, one diminutive wren, two raggety blackbirds, a pair of dainty collared doves and my noisy tribe of three (possibly four) great tits. Anything else would be a huge surprise.

I am indebted to my elder daughter (who works for the Zoological Society of London) for news of a rare sighting that has got birders in the south of England twitching. Early in December a solitary male black-throated thrush (turdus atrogularis) was spotted in the grounds of ZSL Whipsnade Zoo in Bedfordshire - not a recent acquisition but an accidental visitor and an extremely rare one in the UK. The black-throated thrush inhabits north-eastern Europe and Asia, principally the pine forests of Siberia in summer before migrating down to the warmer climes of the middle east and India in the winter. Whipsnade's surprise visitor therefore finds himself a couple of thousand  miles off course and the supposition is that he has been diverted westwards by unusually strong winds.

A ZSL spokesperson said "Whipsnade Zoo is home to many amazing animals and it's wonderful that this bird has chosen us as a place to stay for the holidays! It's been amazing to see the interest in this beautiful bird. We've welcomed 40 photographers (see below) and birders have been flocking to us each day after the sighting was posted online. Although the species has been seen in the UK before, it is an extremely rare sighting."

Good extra business for the zoo, then. One supposes the black-throated thrush will overwinter at Whipsnade and then go back to Sibera once the thaw sets in there, driven by the urge to find a mate, and full of stories of his strange sojourn on western shores among the tribe of the paparazzi!

The handsome fellow himself - turdus atrogularis
For a poem on theme this week, the magpie in me has stolen a conceptual idea and the odd phrase to boot from that master of coincidental fictions, Italo Calvino (the greatest Italian writer of the 20th century). If you've not read his novel If On A Winter's Night A Traveller, it's a tour de force, a breathtakingly inventive narrative concerning the interdependence of fiction and reality.

Not The Best Christmas Then
If on a winter's night, a poet were to write
about the plight of a swarthy migrant traveller,
who from the whitening wilds of far Siberia
by hapless fate was blown all unbeknown
way off his course, intended destination overflown,

slingshot out west across the stormy channel
at the mercy of a headlong rushing wind,
to alight quite alone, one of a kind,
in mildest Anglia for the season,
what might he say of this black-throated thrush?

At rest in a laurel bush after his transitory fright,
thrush would know he's in a strange longitude;
his mental compass flags the wrong location.
Still, what to do except to make the best of it?
Brave bird, pragmatic thrush, our poet might opine.

As for that handsome bright-beaked vagrant, in time
he surely starts to wonder if this is not some cosmic joke
being played upon him by the avian Gods who mock
birds for their sport. For here upon the rolling hills
stroll bison, rhinos, elephants, some camels and a yak!

His plaint though - yes, he has one - he would see set down
in verse thus: thrush struggles to obtain a moment's peace
from dawn to dusk, pursued as he is by the ceaseless
flashing of the cameras of the twitching throng, who gather
daily in delight to catch a sight of this rare, random passerine.

For Whipsnade's dark December visitor, life is now a zoo;
and though he bears the crushing knowledge philosophically,
even his attempt to find respite in dreams is haunted
by the nightly mocking cackle of a Sumatran Laughing Thrush.
Not the best Christmas then - poem's end can't come too soon.


PS. By the way, the final tally from today's Big Garden Birdwatch was as follows: Robin - 2, Wren - 1, Blackbird - 2, Collared Dove - 2, Great Tit - 3, Goldfinch - 3 (that was the surprise) and Black-Throated Thrush - 0.


Thanks, as ever, for reading. Happy twitching, S ;-)

41 comments:

Rochelle said...

Very good Steve. It rained all day here yesterday so I didn't see a single bird. How lovely to have a daughter who works for London Zoo :)

Anonymous said...

Yes, that's clever.

Adele said...

Just lovely Steve

Emily Laws said...

Wonderful

Grant Trescothick said...

Thanks for this most engaging blog. I love the poem. Shame to say I've been so disorganised this year that the Big Birdwatch has just passed me by!

Boz said...

Wot a tail! Fab poetry la :)

Miriam Fife said...

Most enjoyable.

Max Page said...

Excellent - that's fabulous poetry in the literal sense! 👍👍👍

Lizzie Fentiman said...

Kudos Steve, that's another bonza blog and a cracking poem. Didja know there are over 150 (count 'em) varieties of thrush in the world? Oz has 5 of them including the blackbird, song thrush, bassian thrush, island thrush and blue rock-thrush. There's never been a sighting of the black-throated fella, guess it's just toooo far to stray :)

Jen McDonagh said...

A treat to read (as ever)...over morning coffee and one of those little biscuits. I don't have a garden as I live in a block of flats but I put seed out on the balcony and get rewarded with occasionl starlings.

Fensman said...

As you correctly state, sightings of this bird are comparatively rare in the UK. The last sighting was in 2013 near Stoke-on-Trent but there have been some 70 sightings all told since the mid 1970s according to the website rarebirdalert.co.uk

Nigella D said...

A nice birding blog and a wonderful poem. Thanks Steve. My pleaseant birdwatch surprise was to see greenfinches in the garden. That hasn't happened for a few years.

K. Worth said...

I enjoyed your latest blog and the wittily constructed poem.

Beth Randle said...

Beautifully crafted. I love it.

Anonymous said...

Yes, a lovely blog. According to ZSL twitter feed the black throated thrush was still around at the week-end (photos posted from 25th January). I wonder if it plans a ceremonial departure for Brexit Day (LOL).

Celia M said...

Well done Steve. That's an interesting poem and I love the frieze of birds as well. Thanks for sharing.

Dani Merakli said...

Very good! My birdwatch tally included house sparrows, chaffinches, robin, wood pigeons, goldfinches, magpies, blue tits and blackbirds. No great tits!

Brian Cassell said...

Wonderfully inventive Steve. I take off my hat to you (and I promise to get ahold of Calvino's book).

Bickerstaffe said...

Very interesting and a great poem.

CI66Y said...

Thanks for this Steve. As you said in your mail, no longer in EU but still European. I've not read any Calvino but thanks for the tip. I really enjoyed your blog and the wry poem about the black-throated thrush. Very good. My garden was plagued at the week-end by the usual squadron of pterodactyls :)

Barrett Scott Yandell said...

Wonderful!! Thank you for the share!

Anonymous said...

Excellent Mr R. Keep it up!

Deke Hughes said...

A fine flight of fancy :)

Sahra Carezel said...

So good ❤️

Ben Templeton said...

I like your thrush and sympathise with his lot - great poem :)

Jon Cromwell said...

Very good Steve, informative and witty as ever. Ny surprise sighting of Big Birdwatch last week was a bunch of five long-tailed tits passing through. I've seen a few occasionally but they were out in numbers the other day. By the way, picking up on another comment: do you think there's mileage (per Ted Hughes) for a series of Thrush poems? I'm thinking Thrush Flies West, Thrush Of The Tundra etc etc :D

Colin Hawkswell said...

Super blog and poetry Steve 👍

Lesley Harrison said...

That is so good! Thanks for sharing.

Francesca Marrone said...

I love the poem (and Italo Calvino).

Dobson said...

So far it's been a good winter for birds, not too cold. I enjoyed your clever poem.

Carey Jones said...

Great blog Steve. I really enjoyed your witty poem. As for local bird life, we sometimes see green parakeets - is this unusual for England?

LG said...

Brilliant Steve. What a lovely blog.

Harry Lennon said...

There's so much to enjoy here, particularly the poem - great idea - and especially lines like "the avian Gods who mock birds for their sport" (well magpied) and "For Whipsnade's dark December visitor, life is now a zoo" (the metaphor made literal). Bravo 👍👍👍

Billy Banter said...

Egrets, I've seen a few, but then again, too few to mention! (LOL) Seriously good blog and damnned fine poetry thing. Respect 👍

Anonymous said...

That's beautifully constructed (and witty). Thanks for sharing Steve.

Charlotte Mullins said...

What a lovely blog and poem :)

Georgia Steele said...

'the tribe of the paparazzi' made me smile, plus of course your witty poem of the black-throated thrush.

Anonymous said...

Bloody hell, that's good! I hope thrush has survived Storm Ciara!!

Roger Wakeley said...

A fascinating account of the black-throated thrush and a wry and clever poem concerning his travails - well done, all most enjoyable.

Anonymous said...

Fantastic feathered fantasy :)

Zoe Nikolopoulou said...

I love that poem Steve. Poor thrush!