“I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing and sweet to remember. "We are nearer to Spring than we were in September," I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.”
You seem to be quite the bird fanatic, mind telling us what is your favourite kind of bird? :3
Oh sh- *tries to run away and trips over my own feet*
Literally an impossible question for me to answer! I can tell you some of my favorite species from different groups however! Bout to find out how many images I can put in one ask oof
Every bird is in a different group (except the bronzewing and mourning dove those are both pigeon species I believe)
Splendid Fairy Wren, Common Bronzewing, African Fish Eagle
Toco Toucan, Red Winged Blackbird, Rose Breasted Grosbeak
White Breasted Nuthatch, Black Capped Chickadee, Blue Jay
Great Spotted Woodpecker, Mourning Dove, California Quail,
Strawberry Finch (Red Avadavat), Sandhill Crane
Nene, Barred Owl
I cannot choose a favorite species, nor a favorite kind! I love too many of them! They all have their special place in the world and my heart. Some are favorites that I see frequently, they are pretty or I love their songs, or some live across the world and maybe one day I get to see one in real life :)
#34. I KNOW how important seasonal tidings are to both of us
34. pick one of your favorite bands/artists and choose a song by them that you associate with each season
This has by far been the most fun question of the music asks, I'll go with Lady Lamb!! She uses a lot of nature metaphors, so the challenge is pretty apt, and she's probably my all-time favourite artist.
Also as I compiled this it hit me that these four songs could be read as a narrative of one relationship from its beginning to its end over the course of a year. They're obviously not intended this way because they're from all different albums, but it works!
Spring: Crane Your Neck
"I pressed my ear against your back not even a week after we met / And I felt your heartbeat fall like raindrops in a bucket [...] But there's a hunger under my skin and its gripping at my bones / There's a hunger like a lion's and it's ripping right through my bones"
Summer: Crater Lake
"Let's be one another's present tense / We'll go to the mountain by the lake, we'll undress / We'll swim and we'll swim until the sun settles to sleep / We'll build us a fire of a flame so deep"
Fall: Vena Cava
"And in your arms, I sleep so deeply / But I can feel how you will leave me / Even as you are still sitting here / Even as your mug of coffee steams / I can feel how the seams of your ribs will separate from the seams of my ribs / I know already how much TV will fail to comfort me in your absence"
Winter: Bird Balloons
"It was so cold you could see both sets of ribs almost escaping your skin / To fly south, south until the springtime / Your hips stood out like confidence / You were naked as a newborn in the snow, and you wanted it so / That's precisely how you wanted it"