Rufous Whistlers

Poem By Francis Duggan

Once seen and once heard birds you never again can get wrong
Rufous whistlers are known for their loud melodious song
Why they sing when thunder or loud noise they do hear
To even the well informed on birdlife not obviously clear

The male white patch under throat, rufous unders, wings and back slaty gray
Birds that i do know of but do not see every day
In cup shaped nest of twigs lined with grasses the plainer female from September to February
Lay two or three olive blotched brown eggs in fork of branch of tree

Their melodious whistler song to it has a distinctive ring
Some call them the thunder birds since during thunder they sing
Since they are not often seen they are not well known
And one can say of them that they have ways of their own

Rufous whistlers sing when thunder or loud noise they do hear
And why this is so is not obviously clear
Even to experts on birdlife and for one such as me
From Nature we learn in all we hear and see.

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