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MEMORIES
I really enjoyed this poem.
posted by
Cheerygirl
on October 29, 2010 at 12:55 PM
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I really enjoyed that. It made me start remembering some smells and sounds of my own from long ago.
posted by
TAPS.
on August 22, 2010 at 6:14 PM
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sam444
Thank you sam444 - I'll pass on your compliments to Andy.
posted by
johnmacnab
on August 21, 2010 at 5:30 AM
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majroj
In the UK they were taking over the cities - nestling on window ledges and their crap was corroding the buildings. Pestiferous pests.
posted by
johnmacnab
on August 21, 2010 at 5:29 AM
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I really like the poem, memories, indeed! sam
posted by
sam444
on August 20, 2010 at 9:59 PM
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I remember starlings reaching Los Angeles in the Sixties.
Lots and lots of them in Omaha. Shriling at one another they sound like R2D2. And the little buggers sit around the tops of smoking chimneys in winter, down wind and up. TOo smart by 1/2.
posted by
majroj
on August 20, 2010 at 1:05 PM
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Canada Geese
If it was my doing majroj, you'd have them all the time. They make a pretty picture as they fly south in their V formations, but after seeing the size of their 'number 2's' I tend to duck as they fly over.
posted by
johnmacnab
on August 20, 2010 at 7:55 AM
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Pat_B
Andy's poem is very evocative - poetry seems to come naturally to him. As for the starlings, I'm no fan either, and I do like your description. I passed a sign yesterday that said "Nature does nothing in vain." Without hesitation I shouted at it - "Oh yeah? How about starlings and earwigs?"
posted by
johnmacnab
on August 20, 2010 at 7:51 AM
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BC-A
It does, doesn't it. My Scots buddy has a way with words.
posted by
johnmacnab
on August 20, 2010 at 7:45 AM
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Very evocative poem, John...
Mom baked bread on a weekly basis. Yum.
As for the starlings -- "nut case" is an apt title for the lunatic who brought them across the Atlantic. They don't sing, they're ugly mottled globs of sticks held together by mud, and they shoulder out the songbirds who'd otherwise visit. I'm not a fan.
posted by
Pat_B
on August 20, 2010 at 4:45 AM
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johnmacnab
J The poem brings them alive sir. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on August 20, 2010 at 4:13 AM
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majroj
Stukkies = Starlings. In the 70's and 80's in the UK there was a plague of them and the government started a campaign of extermination - it worked up to a point; now there are only 35 trillion of them instead of 36 trillion.
There are apparently 200,000 starlings in North America -(I think that is a very, very conservative estimate)- descended from the ones that were released in Central Park in the late 1800's by some nut case who wanted all the birds mentioned by Shakespeare to be brought over to this side of the Atlantic.
Poetic justice would have made sure the idiot was pecked to death by Stukkies.
PS - Stukkies, not Stukas.
posted by
johnmacnab
on August 19, 2010 at 8:18 PM
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Stukkies?
I'm seeing canada geese heading south already lately. That your doing?
posted by
majroj
on August 19, 2010 at 7:18 PM
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