My airy creatures

Blue Wren 24-12-07

As, first, the lark, when she means to rejoice, to cheer herself and those that hear her; she then quits the Earth, and sings as she ascends higher into the air, and having ended her heavenly employment, grows then mute and sad, to think she must descend to the dull earth, which she would not touch, but for necessity.

How do the blackbird and thrassell, with their melodious voices, bid welcome to the cheerful spring, and in their fixed months warble forth such ditties as no art or instrument can reach to?

Nay, the smaller birds also do the like in their particular seasons, as, namely, the leverock, the titlark, the little linnet, and the honest robin, that loves mankind both alive and dead.

But the nightingale (another of my airy creatures) breeds such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, then it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased.
Isaac Walton, The Compleat Angler (Wordsworth Classics, 1996) p. 84

4 thoughts on “My airy creatures

    1. I think it might be a Sialis, but don’t quote me. Beautiful, n’est-ce pas?
      However the other part of us who spends more time in rural areas has just pointed out that it is a Superb Blue Wren. The male of course has the vivid plumage and the female is a little brown insignificant bird.

  1. They are actually quite tiny, or the ones in my garden are. We have some lovely little finches too, and the New Holland honeyeater is another pretty one. Of course, many beautiful rosellas and lorikeets, and the magpie, whose song is just glorious.

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