In the presence of royalty and Friday song day.
Dear Readers, can you guess from which song the title of this post comes? It is the song that I have chosen as my Friday song day pick. Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you. This week my mood is decidedly buoyant. After being down in the dumps over the past month, there was only one way to go, right? Yep, chasing pure, unadulterated sunshine from pure desire. In other words, a bird. And not just any bird.
I earned my twitching stripes yesterday, ladies and gentlemen. My True Love (who is currently on holidays) and I got a tip off from No. 1 son that there was a special visitor in town. Aussies, can you guess who it was? Now it goes against my principles to go on a bird quest. My philosophy is more about enjoying the birds I’m with. You know, the one in the hand. However, if in the hand could be just a five minute drive away, well then, what’s the harm? I had to convince my True Love though, because he is not one for crowds. Have any Aussies guessed the identify of the bird yet? Well, let me
tell you keep you guessing. The anticipation grew.
So we rocked up to the place where this special visitor had been sighted. What a desperately parched place it was. However, some yellow box (a species of eucalypt) were flowering.
There was a gentleman twitcher already at the designated site. He had a very big camera so I knew this was serious business. We were soon joined by a number of other keen bird enthusiasts and the small crowd assembled a short distance away from the tree where the bird had been sighted last and waited. All of a sudden, a ripple of excitement ran through the crowd. “There it is”, the shout rang out and in unison, cameras were raised and a barrage of shutters clicked incessantly. It was like Meghan Markle herself had arrived. No doubt about it, we were in the presence of royalty. Have you guessed the identity of the bird yet? Or what about the song?
To be honest, I really couldn’t see the bird. Occasionally there was a flutter in the branches, and I would point my camera in that direction and snap indiscriminately in the hope of that once in a lifetime lucky shot. But nothing. Well, not nothing, I did snap two noisy miners enjoying a feast. In my mind’s eye, I convinced myself that I saw the occasional flash of yellow. More likely though, it was just the excitement that had gone to my head. Still, my soul was on fire. You’ve guessed the identity of the bird and the name of the song now, right?
As I glanced across the paddock, I saw my True Love heave his camera to his breast and pause, then he calmly took the shot. It was like an arrow to the heart. I felt the love come over me. It was enough that I was there. In his/its presence. My love and the Regent Honeyeater. And ten other bird enthusiasts, or maybe 20, or even more.
Now let’s see.
Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous? Except for maybe, your own true love ….
Shall we sing the song?
The Regent Honeyeater is critically endangered. To find out about the Regent Honeyeater conservation program, see here.