tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913275796633375635.post2932346917871761505..comments2023-07-31T08:30:51.085-07:00Comments on Island Farm: Organic Farming on the Caribbean: Sunday morning with birdsAncelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02187869622200533544noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913275796633375635.post-26912957787950574752012-03-13T12:05:11.336-07:002012-03-13T12:05:11.336-07:00I haven't encountered anything even a fraction...I haven't encountered anything even a fraction as handsome as that parrot, but I was walking along the cycle path and heard the most wonderful song coming from a tree right next to me. I saw the bird almost immediately, although more by luck than judgment since it was a tiny little dark brown thing with a soft brown throat. It made a noise out of all proportion to it's size. I looked away and pretended I hadn't noticed it because they don't sing when you look at them - self-consciousness I expect - and it sang a few more times. A heartbreaking rising and falling which trailed away into nothing. As so often with birds and people, it's the dowdier ones with less in the way of plumage that sing most beautifully.King Luddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13416721047634355587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3913275796633375635.post-44635463631027635192012-03-11T09:49:00.818-07:002012-03-11T09:49:00.818-07:00Nice update, Ancel. Sounds peaceful, yet exciting...Nice update, Ancel. Sounds peaceful, yet exciting with that toucan display. I bet that is mating behavior. :-)Wilmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14717012784233946753noreply@blogger.com