baked red Lagopus grouse were on their plates before they left their homeland from the port of lunderburh.
shearwaters and petrels flew ‘round as they rocked westward on ocean trade winds and on ocean waves
for the land named for the virgin queen.
(later they rocked in wagons across land … for Lands … of more western settlement-stops.)
in their moves toward arkansas and then the promised land … the state of texas
they frequently ate of the more than three billion wonderous migratory Ectopistes,
the most abundant aves in north america …
(which would NEVER be depleted …
you know, possible extinction was a hoaxed declaration like other hard science news of yesterday and today: evolution by natural selection; depletion of the natural resource base of top soil, quality water and air, photosynthesizers and net primary productivity, biodiversity, … and homeostasis; global climate change; coronavirus disease 2019, … .)
yes, ok! … moving on …
majestic eagles, Aquila fasicata, soared overhead as they left holler and nassau for the port of bremen in 1845
about one hundred and fifty years after the british ones referred to herein sailed from the port of london town.
shearwaters and petrels flew ‘round as they rocked westward on ocean trade winds and on ocean waves
toward the port of indianola and the republic, then state, of texas.
then it was the trilling of the polyglot Mimus where alton and louise met on uncle peggy’s dairy land near elmendorf during the terrible second great war
(War … involving regular people, not a greatest generation, who also killed, and who ate, and who deeply appreciated the beautifully feathered class of biota which can sustainably employ such amazing flights of wonder).
yes, ok! … moving on …
the polyglot wasn’t mocking the young sweethearts, but lending natural musical beauty to the martin-kneuper lovers visits at the edge of the country of hills, new braunfels,
and then air-filled Mimus song to their honeymoon home in clean seguin and on The Farm near the “dale” of “stumps,” stockdale, Texas.
“Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockin’ bird’s trill
tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee
there’s peace and goodwill
you’re welcome as the flowers on mockin’bird hill.”
pbm
( 7 S’s / VV->^^ )
