While walking this morning
along the edge of the little wood that
borders the vineyard, a hoopoe
flew straight and low across my path.
There is so much to love about this bird.
A more sociable creature might be tempted
to loiter and flaunt the gift of its garb,
but not the hoopoe. It offers
just enough of itself for us to savour,
and leaves us hopeful of another sighting soon.
Another sighting of that crest
which gives it the look of a youth
still full of fire and belief,
her hopes not yet extinguished
by experience and disappointment.
Another sighting of those two-tone wings,
opened with all the poise
of an Andalusian señora
fanning herself
on a warm summer’s night.
Another chance to utter
its perfect scientific name,
Upupa epops,
words that smack against the lips
like a cold beer
on a warm summer’s day.
Words like a miniature song
filling the chamber of the mouth
with joy.
July 5, 2017 at 10:46
Lovely, Alan. I do love hoopoes.
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July 5, 2017 at 10:55
Thank you, Laurence. They truly are magnificent creatures.
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July 5, 2017 at 11:16
Beautiful! And now I must find a picture of these…or maybe I will just use your words and my imagination and hope one crosses my path.
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July 5, 2017 at 11:22
Thank you, Melissa. I think these birds feed the imagination, and I do hope one crosses your path before the summer’s out.
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July 5, 2017 at 16:12
Thank you. How very lovely.
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July 5, 2017 at 16:14
Thank you, Nigel, for these kind words.
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July 5, 2017 at 17:22
I have never seen one and now I can’t wait !
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July 5, 2017 at 17:27
You won’t be disappointed, Brenda. Thanks for reading.
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July 5, 2017 at 21:50
Beautiful !! Thank you for sharing it!
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July 5, 2017 at 22:45
Gràcies!
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