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Am I blue? You’d be too … were you a Passerina cyanea
I have caught a better shot of Mr. Indigo, not to be confused with Mr. Indigo Jones of Shakespeare’s time, methinks. This is Mr. Bunting, Passerina cyanea.
He seems to be object of Mr. Chirping Sparrow Spizella passerina’s envy.
Hmmm… about which would Catullus have written, I wonder?
Also, we have had a visit from Mr. Brown-Headed Cowbird, Molothrus ater, who doesn’t seem to give a damn about anything but eating.
Coat tailing on the accuracy in things Shakespearean – or at least of that age, the famous architect of the period was of course, Inigo Jones, not indigo as in the colour. [Yes, I know…. joke.]
Comment by Giles Hawkins — 16 May 2008 @ 12:31 pmCoat-tailing on the accuracy in things Shakespearean – or at least of that age, the famous architect of the period was of course, Inigo Jones, not indigo as in the colour.
Comment by Giles Hawkins — 16 May 2008 @ 12:33 pmCould … not … resist … any … longer.
“My name is Indigo Montoya. You stole my birdseed, prepare to die!”
Comment by Roman Sacristan — 16 May 2008 @ 2:10 pmPerhaps Catullus 2, Fr. Z?
Passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
cui primum digitum dare appetenti
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid lubet iocari
et solaciolum sui doloris,
credo ut tum gravis acquiescat ardor:
tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem
et tristis animi levare curas!
Little bird, my girlfriend loves you
Comment by Paul — 16 May 2008 @ 2:11 pmand loves to play with you, to hold you
in her bosom, to dangle her finger
for you to nip at. When she,
the radiant girl of my longing,
delights in sweet silly games with you,
I think she is seeking comfort for her sorrows,
to soothe her troubled heart.
If only my sad soul could find such relief
by playing with you!
-Translation from Wikipedia
Perhaps Catullus 2, Fr. Z?
Passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
cui primum digitum dare appetenti
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid lubet iocari
et solaciolum sui doloris,
credo ut tum gravis acquiescat ardor:
tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem
et tristis animi levare curas!
Little bird, my girlfriend loves you
Comment by Paul — 16 May 2008 @ 2:12 pmand loves to play with you, to hold you
in her bosom, to dangle her finger
for you to nip at. When she,
the radiant girl of my longing,
delights in sweet silly games with you,
I think she is seeking comfort for her sorrows,
to soothe her troubled heart.
If only my sad soul could find such relief
by playing with you!
-Translation from Wikipedia
You bring us news of supernatural (liturgical) beauty as well as natural (wildlife) beauty.
thank you, fr. zuhlsdorf.
Comment by RichR — 16 May 2008 @ 2:48 pmThe pictures have been fascinating. I’ve never actually seen an indigo bunting before, only heard of them. I’m sure they’re more stunning in person.
Comment by David L Alexander — 16 May 2008 @ 2:56 pmoh, Fr., these pictures of birds are just wonderful, thank you so much!
Comment by DebbieInCt — 16 May 2008 @ 3:12 pmAs for Catullus, it would have to be the brown one (or a near relation): we don’t get blue ones in Europe. But I seem to remember being told at University that the sparrow was a code for something else……… ahem. But then perhaps in the early 80s people just had minds like that.
Comment by Fr Seán Finnegan — 16 May 2008 @ 3:43 pmI have heard cowbirds are bad news…something along the line of planting their eggs in other birds’ nests. As for Catullus, I would be happy to learn that he was writing of either one…
Comment by Mark — 16 May 2008 @ 4:00 pmGreat photos! Mr. Chirping Sparrow is actually Mr. Chipping Sparrow…....maybe it was just a typo.
Comment by Michael — 16 May 2008 @ 4:17 pmDavid Alexander:
“I’m sure they’re more stunning in person.”
I’m sure in person they are truly stunning. But not as stunning as nightingales, which, as told by Joannes Jonston in his De Avibus Libri VI: “Caesares juvenes habuere luscinias Graeco atque Latino sermone dociles.” (Young princes used to keep nightingales that could be taught Greek and Latin.) He also goes on to mention that: “three nightingales kept in Ratisbonne in 1546 would repeat in the silence of the night everything they heard said during the day from visitors, in German, so clearly that everything could be understood by those who heard them. (Fuere tres Ratisbonae, anno MDXLVI quae, intra noctis silentium, quicquid interdiu ab hospitibus colloquentibus inaudierant, Germanico sermone, ita promere solebant, ut ab audientibus optime intelligerentur.)
Since catholics don’t want to learn Latin, perhaps Fr. Zuhlsdorf can try teaching the chickadees a few words. Imagine strolling through the wood in New England and a birdie flies by chirping: salve viator, quo vadis? Or better yet: “Qui timetis Dominum, laudate eum” or something like that.
Comment by mastigia — 16 May 2008 @ 4:46 pmmastigia: Very interesting! Though I don’t like the “j” in “iuvenes”. Perhaps it is the era of the edition.
And I think chikadees eat well, and I can whistle nearly exactly like them, so much so that when I do they fly close and perch. My guests at the Sabine Farm can attest to this.
I don’t think they can learn Latin.
Comment by Fr. John Zuhlsdorf — 16 May 2008 @ 8:40 pmGreat pictures Father! Yes, the Cowbirds are unfazed by any other visitors and if you get a few of them at once, they can ‘take over’ the feeder. Similar to the Redwinged Blackbirds who herald their arrival with a piercing whistle – as much as to say: “I’m here. Clear out!”
Comment by GOR — 17 May 2008 @ 1:15 am