| White-Tailed Kite - April, 1999 |
Newsletter of the Altacal Audubon Society, serving Butte county and Environs, Northern California. |
| UP FROM THE EGG. THE CONFESSIONS OF A NUTHATCH AVOIDER - Ogden Nash | ![]() |
Birdwatchers top my honors list. I aimed to be one, but I missed. Since I'm both myopic and astigmatic, My aim turned out to be erratic, And I bespectacled and binocular, Exposed myself to comment jocular. We don't need to know much birdlore, do we, To tell a flamingo from a towhee; Yet I cannot, and never will, Unless the silly birds stand still. And there's no enlightenment so obscure As ornithological literature. Is yon strange creature a common chickadee, Or a migrant from Picardy? You rush to consult your Nature guide And inspect the gallery inside, But a bird in the open never looks Like its picture in the birdie books-- Or if it did, it has changed its plumage, And plunges you back into ignorant gloomage. That is why I sit here growing old by inches, Watching the clock instead of finches, But sometimes I visualize in my gin The Audubon I audabin."