Thursday, 22 November 2007
Royal Spoonbill - a poem and a photo
Like old people
trying to read a newspaper
through a magnifying glass,
two round-shouldered spoonbills
scan the mud,
knee-deep, with feathers
as white as snow
-covered tussock and black
-rivet eyes imprisoned
behind soup-ladle bills
the colour of pewter.
*** The poem I wrote a couple of years ago. It is a poem that doesn't go anywhere, but nevertheless describes the Royal Spoonbill fairly accurately, so I guess it still has its place and one day, you never know, I may write a book of bird poems which this will fit into very nicely. Meanwhile ... it can sit here.
*** The photo I took on my way to work this morning. A rather hurried shot and one which doesn't do justice to the interesting spoon-shaped (or, soup-ladle shaped) bill this bird has. A wading bird, it finds its food on the edges of the harbour. It has a crest as well which I wasn't able to capture as it was too busy foraging to lift its head. Besides, I was running (or I should say walking!) late and couldn't afford to hang about waiting for it to lift its head.
Another interesting fact about this bird is that it has just started nesting on the Peninsula here in Dunedin in the past five years.
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